Can we get a commercial where a woman’s period doesn’t completely incapacitate her until she finds the “perfect” tampon? I’m just an average Jill, not freaking Goldilocks. Any tampon will do.
And Miss? Is that your peaceful baby fast asleep in its stroller? You mind stirring it up a little? Don’t shake it too hard. I’ve seen CSI, I know how that ends. Just give it a jingle-jangle so that it sobs a bit.
You and I both know you left ghosts behind, but they seem to have found someone new to haunt. Maybe it’s you.
You see this coke bump of sugar, here? How about the Lake Superior of coffee you left behind? I love modern art as much as the next girl, but I draw the line at abstract coffee grinds.
What’s more difficult than that is saying I love you aloud, especially if someone else is listening.
Ladies! The boy is no one’s property. Also, you should be blaming the dude for the confusion, not each other. Wasn’t this song released in 1998, the Year of Girl Power?
Enough about married people. You guys already had your moment (and it was beautiful, it really was — hope you’re using that colander!) but it’s not about you anymore. It’s about engagements!
It’s OK to stay in touch with your ex’s friends, but don’t be a freaking menace about it.
Maybe they don’t even notice you standing back there — your eyes swimming in shadow; your features out of focus.