My deepest apologies. I'm sure your life choices and philosophies depend on these short stories. I'll try a little harder.
For the ten minute block I have (that of course continues to be interrupted, leading me to immediately minimize this screen-remember that quick reflexes are important to survival) I will share with you a secret power we all possess.
It's called the power of song. What? Yes...
One of my favorite people (who keeps me on my toes, and one-ups just about every story I have to tell; fave in many ways) boldly shared the following: "Every time you wear those boots I think you should be on a motorcycle."
Internal: Um...okay. That's not exactly what I was going for (for the past 2 years that I've been wearing this particular pair!)
External: Begin singing.
I literally began singing. Don't ever underestimate the sweet sound of an alto.
Result: laughter. Who can continue acting smug while they're laughing? No one. Did I feel silly? Only for looking like I own a Harley.
But I can get past that.