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November 6, 2015

If you're going to wear plush reindeer antlers to a holiday party, you can't just stand off to the side, slouched against a table looking dour.  You kind of owe it to the stupidity of the antlers and the supposed festivity of the party to be if not the life of the party then at least somewhat lifelike.  I don't know what's worse:  That initially I thought the guy accompanying you to the party, sporting a floppy Santa hat, was your husband or that you turned out to be his daughter.  Either way, I see inertia runs in the family.