Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Truth upholstery
I’ve never been accused of being normal.
In fact, I was a lot like this kid in school
Yes, I was always the one to ask the questions no one else would; not because I was so insightful…
I didn’t know any better.
every one teacher put it
I was like Cordelia Chase, except I was never pretty or popular
Pretty popular kids can get away with it.
I would’ve been the kid who said this
And then I would’ve been hung for it.
In my young world, “Tact”
is was the past tense for adhering upholstery with those tiny, round pointy objects
Maybe that’s why I get along with cats and dogs so well. They don’t have any tact, either, and they shred furniture.
Perhaps this is true:
It think, in retrospect, my brain was never capable of that elusive talent called, “Tact.”
I don’t want them to look forward to the trip.
Tact is nothing but a cosmetic lie; like a woman wearing a push-up bra, a corset, and a wig. There will be a time when the truth can no longer be hidden.
When asked this question, either my face will answer or I will answer it thus:
Where, you might ask, does this topic come from?
Blame the cat:
I suppose that might be true, if it weren’t for the fact that every cat in existence seems to have mastered the incredulous look before they’re weaned.
I might have found a tact cat:
I suppose there had to be at least one in this world.