When ‘Aunt Irma’ visits

Most of the time I’m pretty much OK with the whole single thing. It certainly isn’t my dream scenario but there are things I like about the singleton lifestyle. However, the only time I’m really upset about being single is during “that time of the month.” When “Aunt Irma” is visiting. It’s when I’m curled up on the couch in my fuzzy pajamas eating my ration of brownies and watching a marathon of the sappiest chick flicksĀ  in my collection (often sighing over Dermot Mulroney or Colin Firth) that that tissues come out.

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