While watching a movie with my bbf, I heard one character tell another…
“I was just thinking… your life is ass”.
This is a statement of such utterly cryptic beauty.
It resonated with me in such an exquisite agony of clarity that
I had to swallow my tears. Then my two year old climbed into my lap, put her sweet chubby little hands on either side of my face, smiled lovingly into my eyes, and released tiny bubbly fartlets all over my leg.
My life is ass. Literally.