I see a trend forming here....
Allyson, check your profile email. Insent.
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I see a trend forming here....
Allyson, check your profile email. Insent.
Have to admit, when that happened, I was just as horrified.
I'm consciously trying to find the least angsty interpretations of things, because I'm tired of my own angst.
Hmmm
Happy as a pig in mud
Spring. Plowed field. My little legs can't quite clear the puddles, and I know I'm going to get yelled at for my dirty shoes.
Long-legged Linda nudges me just right and I go down. I stare at her, horrified and betrayed.
"It's just dirt," she grins. (Ten years from now dirt will be anathema.)
I blink, she gives me her hand, I tug.
Mother yells at us both, but she's snickering as she gets the camera before she gets the hose.
I went to the fabric store and chose a beautiful ivory moiré, ivory chiffon, and pearl beading. For hours, I slaved over this dress. It had to be perfect for my first dance at college. It was the epitome of 90’s fashion. Sweetheart neckline, straight skirt, scarf that trailed down my back.
I put it on to walk across the quad and show my friend. Quickly, so no one would see it.
I got up to her room, breathless, and sat down. An awful tugging at the back and a heartbreaking sound.
As ye sow, so shall ye reap.
t groans
(sorry, sorry. Had to.)
Oh, I know. I just figured a groan is the proper reward for a good pun.
t still snickering
Heee! I thought it was going to be a stitch in time... Aimee.
BWAH!
Aimee Makes BAD PUNS.
(laughing like a loon)