It's true: sometimes I come to this space, cast a furtive glance over one shoulder and then proceed to strip off layers of my skin for you. See? I hold up tissues of my dermis to the light, carefully pointing one sharpened eyebrow pencil at each follicle as if it were a miracle.
And then there are days like today, days that I stand here bundled in my pjs, croissant crumbs scattered down my front like elephant dandruff. See? I say on days like this, and I point at something funny, something crass, something that makes me smile in the way that it's so perfectly clumsy and human. As if it were a miracle. Because it is, all of it.
Happy Friday, friends. May you laugh so hard that you cry.