I hate sharing my food. I don’t want to keep track of how many bites. I like to freely munch. If we go out for wings I’ll get 10 wings and you will get however many you want as well.
I’m really enjoying posting these little micro stories (pinned to my profile) and feeling deeply appreciative of the thoughtful responses I’ve gotten. Expect another little bite tonight 💋
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
