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Well…Ummm…See…How about it just means nothing is perfect but it’s OK? I’m trying here!
But what about the frog? You’re keeping me awake nights, girl.
What it means, woman, is that you need us to come poke you with sticks so that the rain can be R-U-N-N-O-F-T and you won’t snap. Sheesh.
No, it just means you need to dump that great big SPLURSH all over someone every now and then.
It means it was a piece of crap screenhouse. That’s all.
I’m hoping you saved the receipt so you can take its sorry self back to the store and demand satisfaction! And then get your money back too.
Mir, have I told you lately that I love you? (Well, no, Bakerina, not for months, you heartless tart.) Okay, so I have been low-key and squirrelly and I generally suck. But I still love you, and wish we lived in a universe where you were paid bags fulla cash to write all day long.