Gina Valentinah cd
Saturday evening.
A toast. To the ones who said “it’s six degrees out, hell no!”. Who are dressed like little adult girls in bow ties. Who like their wine to taste like pee, like this one did. For those who tried to do the Wednesday dance this afternoon and dislocated their shoulder, didn’t care and tried it again and made it worse. For those of us who think the Chinese spy balloon should have been deflated days ago and taped to an acme missile with the words return to owner written on it. And finally, for those who made it through another day. I hope you weren’t sad. I hope you smiled more than once. And I hope you look forward to tomorrow just like me.
Saturday evening.
A toast. To the ones who said “it’s six degrees out, hell no!”. Who are dressed like little adult girls in bow ties. Who like their wine to taste like pee, like this one did. For those who tried to do the Wednesday dance this afternoon and dislocated their shoulder, didn’t care and tried it again and made it worse. For those of us who think the Chinese spy balloon should have been deflated days ago and taped to an acme missile with the words return to owner written on it. And finally, for those who made it through another day. I hope you weren’t sad. I hope you smiled more than once. And I hope you look forward to tomorrow just like me.