To atone for my past transgressions, I will delete my critical tweets, and formally apologize to all fans of Black Panther, which now includes yours truly.
Joy and merriment drip down into my teeth as I scroll past your pathetic #happyfallyall pics.
There are countless more examples of things the year 2020 has ruined, but if I have learned anything this year, it is to not count the power of this year out.
I know that with your upcoming trial dates and indecent exposure charges, you will likely be kept fairly busy.
Once I have politely requested my children’s attention a dozen times to no avail, I am no longer interested in soothing tones.
As you hone in on the details of what is escaping their wordhole, you determine, “this is either a time share presentation or a college campus tour.”
Don’t worry about being dubbed “that one gloriously unhinged parent” or being regarded as “difficult.”
Life is fragile, and the parts that sparkle are all around, even when you can’t see them through your rosé covered glasses.