I saw you on TV last night. Twice. I tried not to watch, but was only able to skip over your first appearance. I couldn't ignore you the second time you swaggered into my living room late last night.
I'm writing a storybook and am almost done with the first draft of my first story! I have not written the ending. Even though I know how it ends. I. Just. Cannot. Write it out loud. Just can't. I can't even say it out loud to my BFF, Beth. Just can't.
But I have said it out loud. To the universe. It was a silly little late night double-dog dare. I didn't really mean it. Did I? Or did I? Dammit. I hate when I do that.
And then you popped up on my TV last night. Without your mustache. Now, I have to
Edie B. Kuhl