Sometimes life is a big old juicy suckpie. It just is. Why isn't really important. And when that's the case and you are absentmindedly wandering along at the Farmer's Market, after rolling out of bed and with no makeup and your hair all shoved in a sloppy ponytail, so not looking like a photo op, you will turn a corner and suddenly find yourself face to face with the Mayor of our fair city, and he will be putting his politician on, and you will be forced to play along.
Mayor: "Hello, how are you doing?"
Me: "Um....OK?"
Mayor: "It's nice to see you."
Me: "Um....thanks."
Mayor: (extends his hand)
Me: (A bag of stinging nettles in one hand and a wriggly four year old in the other.......Oh crap..really? We have to play this? Sigh. Tucks nettles in armpit. Shakes hand. Makes quick exit.)
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Yes, our mayor is a steaming suckpie.
OK, I thought the next line was going to be, "ouch! The stinging nettles hurt my armpit." I'm so sorry you keep getting the bad pie order lately. I'll have a talk with the waitress and see what we can do...
Ugh. You are better than me. I'm not sure I could play nice with the Pillsbury Doughboy, I mean, mayor.
hey lady,
so what's the deal with the stinging nettles? is that what all the cool kids are buying at the farmers market?
Armpit Nettles should be the name of a BadA** Indie Girl Band.
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