i shouldn’t fight it, but i do. when m wants to moisturize my hands in the winter with gooey l’occitane shea butter and i don’t want gooey hands, i say to her protest by kicking and screaming and then she says: “you are the verbena of my existence.” (gawd, i’m such a twat…) i think i doth protest too much.
m + j
you are right. i updated my post. my lil verbena…
giggle me this, why do you steal my wordies and spake them as though they are your own? urtheverbenaofmyexistence.com