Would you rather spend your formative years with a person who has a voice that reminds you of nails on a chalk board but you know would do you some good OR with a person who makes you want to gouge your eyes out with a rusty nail but leaves you in a position to move a little easier? Tough call.
Would you rather spend a long weekend in Martha’s Vineyard being taken care of by your mother and purchasing 8 pairs of Reefs for $10 a pop OR in our lovely nation’s capitol where there is ample opportunity to make thirteen visits to Trader Joe’s?
And in completely unrelated news whatsoever; last night while walking home I cried out in horror-an emphatic Oh Fuck!-as I watched my neighbor get out of her car and drop a bottle of wine. It was in slow motion. I could see her awkwardly attempt to open the car door with her day bag on one arm and a gym bag on the other, bottle of red in hand. I knew what would happen but I couldn’t help, I could only watch as the bottle slipped onto the concrete and suddenly fill the air with the delicious smell of Pinot Noir. I hope she knows that I felt her pain.
Happy Hump Day!