or,
In my other life I've never even
heard of this song you keep humming under your breath
We were
all born into your dream, humming. Four women
sit
around a table with one short man. Of course
we talk
about height. Oops. We agree to raise our fists in the air whenever
there is
an exclamation point.
(!) Of
course
he drinks most of the mediocre wine and I wait until he's
gone
to bring
out the good whisky. Blended, not single malt. I don't think he could taste the
difference then
just
this morning I read that zinc deficiency, a concern for vegetarians, can cause
loss of taste.
He and I
are both vegetarians. I wonder if there's a way to bring this up
tactfully.
Unlike how we stumbled onto height and he...
for all
the wrong reasons... But listen
do what
you like say no even but
