I'm a bee, as promised. A bee who's antennas are having issues, and are listing slightly to the starboard side, but a bee none the less.
Last night David suddenly decided he want a costume. I thought it was bold/careless/incredibly niave of him to say, "I don't know what to be, and could you make me a costume to wear?" considering that I still have old ballet costumes in the closest, tons of glitterly makeup, and no sense of shame whatsoever. That's a brave man.
But on that kind of timeframe, what's a girl to do but throw a slipcover on him and call him an armchair?
No, I'm actually not kidding.
Last night David suddenly decided he want a costume. I thought it was bold/careless/incredibly niave of him to say, "I don't know what to be, and could you make me a costume to wear?" considering that I still have old ballet costumes in the closest, tons of glitterly makeup, and no sense of shame whatsoever. That's a brave man.
But on that kind of timeframe, what's a girl to do but throw a slipcover on him and call him an armchair?
No, I'm actually not kidding.
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