Me: You’re going to wear that? Don’t you think it’s a little tight?
My sweetheart: Really? But I thought… Oh wow. I love this suit.
Dear God, I have no filter. Everything I think comes right out of my mouth like a piece of bubblegum shooting straight out of the machine. As I’ve gotten older I’ve gotten better about thinking before I speak but still. . . the remainder of this piece appears here.