Shame thinks it’s hiding in wide open spaces (which it is) but, as you say, it’s also slipping between the bottles in the trash and hanging out beside the guacamole at the Super Bowl bash. Linking the Super Bowl to garbage day to alcohol is a stroke of genius.
ha ha Dee, the button isn’t working cuz I wanted to smash you five “likes.” The visual of the empty bottles tinkling and breaking into the garbage truck, symbolizing your shame, is indelible. Damn you write well.
This was so well written, Dee. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading Priya 🙏
This is brilliant!
Shame thinks it’s hiding in wide open spaces (which it is) but, as you say, it’s also slipping between the bottles in the trash and hanging out beside the guacamole at the Super Bowl bash. Linking the Super Bowl to garbage day to alcohol is a stroke of genius.
I’m smashing you FIVE likes for sure!
Thanks Donna. It seemed appropriate given the week 🤷🏻♂️ as always I appreciate your support and interest 🙏
It’s Betsy….I totally relate! Good one, Dee. ❤️
Right? Thanks for reading Betsy 🙏
I'm reading Sartre on Superbowl Sunday. Guess that makes me a communist pinko or somethin'.
Nah. Just not a fan. It’s all good. I don’t like Randy Newman—I might read Sartre during one of his shows 🤷🏻♂️
We all can't like everything.
ha ha Dee, the button isn’t working cuz I wanted to smash you five “likes.” The visual of the empty bottles tinkling and breaking into the garbage truck, symbolizing your shame, is indelible. Damn you write well.