oh honestly
Thanks to Annie for the title.
One thing I struggle with is honesty, in the complete opposite way most people struggle with it.
If you were to ask me if your butt looked big in those jeans, and it did, I would tell you. Honestly. I would try to think of nice words, like “smashed juicy ham”, or “are tight pants the new style?” But lying to make you feel better about it, that is not me. I cannot do it. My mind goes blank and all I can think is the honest truth. No sugar coating or beating around the bush.
If your children are raving lunatics every single time I see them and scream that they hate me when I so boldy say “hello”, I may agree with you when you tell me that you think they are difficult children. I won’t add more, like “have you considered testing for rabies” or “bad mommie, very bad mommie.” But I am not going to lie and tell you they are angelic children of God, when clearly they are spawn of Satan.
Lastly, isn’t birthday money the best. I mean really, even when it is not for you. I love the freedom to spend on things I want, where I want. It is so much better than, well, pretty much most things.
And thats the truth.