I'm sure you all -- some more than others- will be relieved to know that today I purchased a Winter Coat. It is long, black, hooded, and Big. It has that second-hand odour -- inoffensive, yet a trifle troubling.
"You know," it says, "you're not the first person to have worn this coat. You have no idea who the previous owner was. There may have even been more than one previous owner. But don't worry too much. I'm mostly clean."
So I don't worry, I just giggle whenever I catch a glimpse of my bloated reflection.
Tra-la-la, I have a large bubble of warm air surrounding my person.
cool, I mean, hot.
ReplyDeleteMy mom is always telling me to wash my coat, and I have to keep explaining that it was dirty when I got it.
I'm really sad you won't be coming back...but hey, whatever you need to do to pursue your interests. Wishing you the best of luck in Minnesota!!
Please do keep in touch.
Love,
Laura