Folks in the burbs don’t understand the glorious perfection that is Brunch. It’s more than just breakfast where you can get a burger if you want to. More than just a reason to have eggs for lunch.
It’s like a hug for your soul drenched in hollandaise and allowed to linger in bottomless mimosas.
It isn’t something you wedge into a day – it is the headliner.
RESPECT THE BRUNCH!
Just Sayin’.
It isn’t that the geese in the city don’t cross the road.
But when city geese cross the road, they do it with intention – they keep GOING!
I actually had to leave the damn car and SHOO a gaggle to get them across the road last week.
MOVE!!
Just sayin’.
If I have to “rest and take care of myself” like the doctor said to get well, then I expect to kick this cold around July, 2031.
Pencil in an Independence Day BBQ at our place then, mmm’kay?
Just sayin’.
To the Stepford Wife on the elliptical next to me at the Rec Center – you can’t burn the tattoos off my arms with your vicious side-eyed stares, no matter HOW hard you clutch those imaginary pearls at your throat.
Rock on, bitch.
Dear Pinterest users,
It is an “appliance garage,” and it actually wasn’t invented yesterday.
Just sayin’.
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Wherever you go, there you are. You’ve been warned.
Reluctantly Suburban