Skittles, Chardonnay, Knights, and Ballet
We are in a crisis - this world is void of whimsy.
As I wave a blue flag in the air for the knight of our choice, donning a reasonably-overpriced but oh so beautiful crown (a tiara if you will because it did not connect, new thing I learned), that’s my realization. I’m too old yet just young enough to spend my Friday nights watching men in tights on various occasions instead of the club (and I’m fine with it). Whether it’s drag race on the couch with a heaping bowl of chickpea pasta, or prior to such, belting popular on the way to add another barbie to my collection.
I cried washing a misfit of a sweet potato the other day, but that’s for another time.