I fear there’s very little a limp noodle can create that would stand up
to a squint or a canted head. Therefore, with my brain exhibiting a certain “damp
rigatoni” air this morning, I will bow out of this post before I embarrass
myself beyond redemption.
I do apologize. Tomorrow, my mind should have recovered enough from my
psychiatrist’s poking and prodding to string together a reasonable thought.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
Post-Note: Apparently, my wordiness filter was particularly damaged in
Wednesday’s appointment. So sorry.
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