I have a handful of addictions - caffeine, vodka, vintage fashion, high-high heels and book stores. Bookstores get me more excited than anyone has, well anyone other than AB to this point in my life... I know it's a different kind of excitement, but the euphoria is similar. The smell of used books makes my toes curl along with the sides of my lips as they form a smile. So in our attempt to avoid a perma-drunk state as well as get fresh air Ms. J and I found ourselves in the local independent bookstore. I left with a handful of books. One of the smallest and in many ways simplest addition to my expensive book collection is 6 Word Memoirs on Love and Heartbreak. The premise simple, 6 words to describe any aspect of the topic.
Some examples:
Love blooms like crocuses: dirty, brave.
It helps to label the books.
Lost my virginity to her husband.
And so the book goes on... so my dear readers I think it's time to add some to the book.
Boys suck. The End. Wanna Date? - courtesy of Ms. J
Even returned the empty conditioner bottle.
I run, catch me, we'll discuss.
Hugs from behind are not mutual.
Love = carrying me when feet hurt.
Your turn...
My marriage in two words: incomplete
ReplyDeletePlease put the toilet seat down.
ReplyDeletemust love literature, vodka, marathons, pacifism.
ReplyDeleteAs for the toliet seat, are we still discussing that issue? I though we had y'all trained on that one already.
What would I do without you?
ReplyDeleteHAHAHA! What would we men do without you?
I don't know - learn to cook, clean and fend for yourself? You'd likely survive just fine for a while... then you'd need our special charm
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