So, the other night, Randy called out to me from the office.
Randy: Hey, did you see what Gwneth Paltrow is doing?
Me: Nope.
Randy: She’s selling candles that smell like her vagina.
Me: Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Randy: You have a birthday coming up.
Me:…
My Direct Message box on Twitter is a weird place.
Well, I’m finished. Done. No more gifts to buy.
Randy and I made Christmas for each other super easy. He attending the 2020 Erma Bombeck’s Writer’s Workshop conference with me. I can’t wait. I can’t even stand to think about how many sleeps it is until the conference gets here.
So, that is our gift to each other.