I call myself that, in the column, but to have it in such bold font is a tad disturbing.
It's true, though.
So, no harm no foul right?
No random facts today, only this:
Last night I was walking Jasmine in a field next to a country road in Missouri. It was dark (because that's how night works) and we were a good 20 feet away from the road. A pick-up truck went by and the driver yelled out what sounded like lesbian. That's it. Lesbian!
And today I came back to the truck where Himself was fueling it, from another walk with Jasmine, and the guy fueling next to us yelled over to Himself: "Which one minds better? The dog or your old lady? Har har har!"
I'm not offended by any of it, really. I don't like being yelled at, no matter what I'm being called. But lesbian is so random, that it's funny.
They say weird things happen in 3's.
So today I am a freakish old lady organizational lesbian.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring?