at the end of a five-mile meander through the sparse winter woods, i’m sitting with the ipod still in, my feet up in the window, the sun on my face & a warm mug of sweet potato casserole in my hands (really, the stuff is a candy pudding), feeling totally lyrically vindicated by this song & also somehow smug enough to smirk about it.
i don’t know if anybody i know would get that well enough to share that smile with me, or if i’m best off as my own best friend, but it’s working for me.
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I tend to think any one of us is better off as our own best friend, but I do get it well enough to share the smile.
One of my all time favorite maxims is:
It takes a very good husband to be better than no husband at all.
I think it might apply to categories other than husbands, but I for sure know it’s true there.