Cleveland Amory once said that only men could be curmudgeons. Fine. I've set out to be a curmudgeonette.
I'm middle-aged, single, owned by a stubborn dog and so white bread all my clothes should say "Wonder." If it weren't for a few little quirks, I would be absolutely indistinguishable from other Midwestern females.
Sunday, September 06, 2015
Went to Powell, played in the pool.
Went to Pickerington, ate pizza and chatted.
Brought home a sunburn and a migraine.
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