“Sugar we’re going down swinging” used to be a cool song. Now it’s what happens when I bend over, braless, to pick up a floor doughnut.
Storming out is far less effective when your innate politeness forced you to hold the door open for the person behind you.
What people don’t know about me is, when I say “No worries!” There’s a hidden comma in the middle 😓
What do we want?
Decisiveness!
When do we want it?
Ummm…
Him: Hey girl, what’s your sign?
Me: My favourite is probably “McDonalds, Next Exit” what’s yours?