I do pretty well being single. I am an extremely independent woman, almost to a fault. I am strong and I work a “man’s” job, and do it just as well (and sometimes better) than they do. I can pick up 250 pound men with ease, but yet look absolutely stellar in a pair of Louboutins.
I grocery shop while looking fabulous, because you never know who you are going to meet out there, right? And I think that telling my children I met their father at Whole Foods would be incredible.
Hell, if I saw me, I’d totally want to date me.
However… my strength does not translate onto my grocery bags. My grocery bags cannot hold more than Flimsy Mimsy’s grocery bags just because I personally can hold more than she can.
So last night I watched the bottoms of my grocery bags give out spilling all my week’s worth of sustenance all over the middle of Avenue Road.
And this is why I’m single.
- anonymous
