The downright deviant number of flip-flops
we have in my house. We have, like,
fourteen pairs of flip-flops in my house.
And I don’t wear flip-flops. They flip too much.
So that leaves three people in my house with fourteen pairs of flip-flops.
Why? Why? Why?!
You can’t wear more than one pair at a time.
Deviant.
decadent i’d grant you, but deviant? strong stuff
as long as it’s not commercial cleaner
My family is exceptional and extraordinary and unusual in many ways. But when it comes to flip-flops: deviant.
Apologies for the AtDDM delay. I’m still in Warriors recovery mode. (And yes, I plan on blaming all my failings today on last night’s game. The game is also why I need a haircut.)
Will be posting this afternoon….
-CV
i see, time for this and not time for marchs. i now know your priorities.
Isn’t “deviant” putting the worst possible spin on it? What’s wrong with “exceptional,” or “extraordinary,” or at least “unusual?”
Meanwhile, not to guilt trip or anything, but I busted my ass to catch up on Against the Day this week, and I’m dying to brag about it. So, you know.
the colors, the colors, the colors!