Scrub, Scrub, Scrub

They say to pump perfume spray into the air and gently brush your body into its mist. Not me. After triggering a drizzle, I jumped into the air like a knobby-kneed gazelle, almost face-planting myself onto the bathroom’s cold tile. I guess what I’m asking is, is smelling pleasant worth a sprained ankle? Speaking ofContinue reading “Scrub, Scrub, Scrub”

Moth Testicles

I’m stalling. Or rather, cleaning, adjusting blinds, and turning up and down the heat. In 22 minutes, the virtual conversational Spanish class I enrolled in starts, and I’m in nervous. Would it really matter if I didn’t show? Nah. Except… I’d know.  Since I want to speak Spanish fluently, I need to talk to people.Continue reading “Moth Testicles”