So, here I am this soft mellow morning with a persistent itch on the brain. It tells me I should have been more … patient … understanding … tolerant … in the family encounter of yesterday.
It’s closely followed by another itch that tells me my behavior was … direct … honest … overdue.
Then something that doesn’t feel itchy in the slightest says “There’s the mirror old girl. Take a look.”
“Bad bitch, good bitch – is LOOKING-KNOWINGNESS affected by these arguing itches?”
The itching bitching wags its tail. What a good game! Toss me another story to tear up!