When I asked my son what term I should be using now instead of Native American he said that tribal affiliation is preferred. I have no idea if this is correct.
Meanwhile, I've had one of those days where if I'd dropped my toast, I would have dropped it buttered-side down. I was just off. When I went out for my walk this morning, I switched into story-telling mode, but halfway through my narrative I realized there was no there there. No punchline.
Gah. Not a fan of days like these!
Let's just point at things and make fervent noises. And frankly, when you say "I've had one of those days where if I'd dropped my toast, I would have dropped it buttered-side down," all I hear is "toast" and "butter," and maybe, just maybe, toast is what would cure all that ails me. Come to my house--I will toast your toast and butter it for you, and then you can tell me every story whether full of points or a little points-lite. I freaking don't care, because (a) it would be you telling the story, and (b) there would be toast. With butter, which, we can all agree, is a bonus in these dark times.
ReplyDeleteAnd then Ann was able to write a blog post out of thin air, like magic. And it made her readers happy. Then they all ate toast. The end.
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