"If the phone don't ring, you'll know it's me."
--George Jones
Some friends of ours had a baby and told us they were a bit overwhelmed (understandable). They said they'd call us when they were ready to get together to catch up.
We didn't want to be pushy, so we quietly waited for their call.
Fast-forward twenty-four years when one of them asked us "How come we stopped hanging out?"
I've never needed a poker-face so desperately in my life.
Use it or lose it.
I've started listening to twenty minutes of national news per week.
It's not that I want to know what's going on, I just don't want my bullshit detector to get rusty.
Relativity.
[Scene: Mrs Miasma and I are driving to town to get gas for the lawn mower]
Mrs Miasma: "All my life my mom has taken anything I talk about and added a negative or dark comment about it. It's like she enjoys telling me about the bad. I'm beginning to think she's a Sith Lord."
Me: "Does Darth Fretful need anything while we're out and about?"
Milcom Miasma
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