I am now convinced that the whole reason marriage continues as an institution has nothing to do with love, religion or social structure. It exists purely as some flatpack-led conspiracy that makes most modern furniture almost impossible to construct unless there are two of you.
However, after balancing struts on a variety of objects including books and an old shoebox full of pens - and inventing a few new yoga poses, I can say with pride that having made my bed, I'm going to damn well enjoy lying in it.
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Ah g'wan...