Jun 22

“I’m an idiot. And you know, as my mouth was opening my mind was screaming, ‘Don’t do it, I mean it, you’ll regret it.’ But did my mouth listen? No. And it opened and the words came out, and Emily was Emily, and my mouth was stunned. And my mind said ‘I told you so.’ And then my mouth got mad because no mouth likes to have its nose rubbed in it. And now my mind and my mouth aren’t talking, and it’ll be weeks before we can get the boys together again.”

“Your mouth has a nose?”