My darling squeezes a tangle of thoughts out of my head, sorts them out, and looks at them with a concerned frown dead center of his forehead where his eyebrows meet.
“Have you found a solution?”, he asks.
“No…”
“Well let me help you…”, he says, tenderly, “I mean, let me google one for you.”
Caught me off guard, that one did. Immediate thoughts were:
- Men. Always offering solutions. *amused*
- It’s so soothing to know you could always rely on one voice of reason in a turmoil of emotion. Rather than some smart-ass who wants to look like they’ve got answers for everything. Whoops, sounds like me.
- I find it hard to dispute that Google’s got answers for everything.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
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