Fuzzy Pants and Horn Fanfares
It’s more like poorly funded fan fiction than anything else.
It’s more like poorly funded fan fiction than anything else.
It all came so much easier to my pigeon-toed feet than walking ever will.
Of all our show weekend traditions, that one ten minute spurt was definitely my favorite.
I am convinced that he chooses the opposite side just to drive me nuts.
Before long I was seated at his table, eating my breakfast burrito and listening to him ramble on about the local waterfalls, the crème brulée he likes to bake for the employees here, and his passion for the COVID-19 vaccination.
I stood with a clump of counselors somewhere around midnight, watching the torrential downpour jarred by flashes of light.
What my heart craved was tangible, and all that I got was virtual.
I was skeptical both because of its cheesy “find yourself” cover and because I have a poorly veiled hatred of survival-type books.
We both claim the power of a place apart, mine just has a bit less stained glass.
The sweater fulfilled my need for a constant hug, and I was begrudgingly ready to be still.
We examined every moderately noticeable imprint in the ground for traces of him.
Yet the saddest part is that in their obsession with each other, Romeo and Juliet are constantly oblivious to the people around them who love them so incredibly much.
I’m much more likely to cling to fictional friendships than I am to real ones.
“Wanna see the view from my deer blind, Ms. Boersma? I actually get pretty good Wi-Fi out here.”
If you haven’t read this masterpiece, please do yourself a favor and Amazon Prime that sucker in time for some weekend reading.
Perhaps what I really need to invest in is a nightlight. Preferably dinosaur shaped.
A cheesy name celebrating the town it can be found in? 10/10. A charming new addition of orange pool noodles glued to its exterior to ensure social distancing? Dreamy.
I don’t want to be the kind of camp counselor who is raising a new generation of middle schoolers who have 786 pins on their wedding board on Pinterest.