I’m a lot of things [and not all of them are good].
But I am NOT dishonest.
Therefore I just HAVE to muster up the courage to send an e to Kathryn. Telling her that she, out of the hordes of teens with nothing better to do all summer than dish out advice to other teens who have nothing better to do all summer than to ask for advice from four-legged creatures [granted, they don’t know I’m four legged, but whatever], has won the privilege of following my footsteps and turning into the next life-mantra-giver-outer after Judge Judy.
And, let me assure you, there are TONS of things I’d rather be e-ing her about [like my irregular bowel movement] than the aforementioned news that I have to convey thanks to the dumb pang of guilt that I feel in the pit of my -enormous- tummy whenever I lie.
What is WRONG WITH ME?????????