And I think I’m attractive, and I think I’m smart.
Today was my second Tupperware Party.
John gave it a C and I agree.
I missed my cat the entire time.
He just reached his paws around me and gave me a claw filled hug. And then he bit my leg.
When you asked what I was doing this weekend, I should have said, “Frantically preparing for my next Tupperware Party.”
Frantically preparing for life is more like it.
I have a new boss. But my fear of commitment remains. I may be on time today…tomorrow…all next week.
But that doesn’t mean anything.
My sister and I knew each other in a past life. My sister and I are opposite sides of a ribbon stretching through space and time. My cat is a fifteen year (?) stain on that ribbon.
I never claimed to know anything. I still don’t. I know about Tupperware; I know about super sponges. I hella know about co-ops.
But I still don’t know about me.
And I sure as hell still don’t know about you.