Indecent Proposal
Christmas today went—for the most part—fairly well. Quite a feat considering the sheer number of loud-mouths in my family.
Only three people asked me where “that foreign boy” was. Two of those three people didn’t know any better because they are very distant relatives who obviously did not make it onto my parents’ Christmas card list. If they had been they would have received a delightful year-end summary of my family, in which I was the final paragraph. The final line before “Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!” said “Vix and BF are no longer together, but that’s okay because she has her two dogs to keep her company!”
Since when is a single twentysomething chick with two dogs the new crazy Cat Lady who uses words like “scrapbooking” as a verb?
