Tell ’em, Nora

2 responses to “Tell ’em, Nora”

1. allthoughtswork | October 9, 2015 at 5:21 pm | Reply

   Not true.

   If what you want is to watch the cute guy’s butt, then going after him in line at Starbucks is your best bet.

   If your husband has rushed home to make dinner, cleaned the kitchen, and is now mysteriously doing the laundry, don’t ask him if there’s something you need to talk about.

   If you don’t step forward at the end of the escalator, part of you will be still be on the stairs while the rest of the bloody mess will be swiftly moving beneath it.

   • carlaspeaks | October 9, 2015 at 5:30 pm | Reply

     Alrighty then.

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