Nothing good will come from yelling about whether there’s a glue spot on the plastic pear that indicates where a neighboring bunch of muscats should be adhered.
I always misplace the Post-it where you jotted down my password, leading me to wildly click around until something happens.
You didn’t wake up to be mediocre. That’s the job of the deadbeat still sleeping in your bed.
Jess was always really happy. It’s just that she was usually too sad to show it. And I should know, as her best friend since fourth grade.
Minty Mask: A light treat with undernotes of chemically treated paper, this is sure to be a crowd pleaser (socially distanced, natch).