• The heat bringing the bugs out of the wall. I have seen a roach dying on my floor as well as two spindly legged spiders peeking from holes in the wall of the stairwell. Shudder.
• The fact that I am actively avoiding getting my car’s oil changed.
• Boys and the way they revert to acting like 15-year-olds when within two feet of breasts.
• Knowing that I have to be at the doctor’s office in a mere seven hours.
• The pressure to sleep off these two glasses of wine in time to go to the doctor’s office without a hangover.
• The fact that I’m such a shitty friend that I have yet to mail Amber’s birthday present.
I hate to say this. The boys/boobs thing?
It never goes away.
Sorry.
Double damn!
Yep, it’s true.
Breasts are the white man’s kryptonite.