The lady perched by a theme-park Eiffel Tower, clasping a suspiciously shiny handbag, and hoping security doesn’t notice she jumped the gate, is me!
Aires: The discovery of a solitary butt-pimple will start a medical journey that ends in divorce and prison time.
You and I both know what I’ve been up to, and it isn’t putting me on anyone’s good list.
Dog: Thanksgiving took a while to understand, but I’ve got it now. It starts when you’re locked outside because no one can deal with you today.
Put simply, the new normal is the normal that is currently substituting what is actually normal by normal standards.