I still can’t get over the cottonwood fluff in the air. And as Caroline has said, the wind in the corners of the parking garage tumble them in to perfectly round balls.
The angels have their opinion.
One thing about the Angel Shoes of the Dead, they can make you feel much more self-conscious in the bathroom. No anonymity. Plus the angels are disgusted with me and my noises and smells.
2 responses to “Balls (No, really this time)”
I hadn’t noticed it before, but yeah, you’ve got a permanent eye-roll going for you there.
Becs = cherubim aways have such attitude.