Setting: a going-away party for a coworker who is moving to another state with his girlfriend of three months and the gf’s kid. The gf had the kid with a drug addict then spent another couple years living with a different heroin addict. Now, she doesn’t work and is supported by the boyfriend of three months. Nice!
Anyway, she’s not the sharpest crayon in the box, as the Pretend Husband would say. The quote o’ the night was during a conversation about tattoos (she has a bunch of them).
“I don’t regret getting any of my tattoos, but there’s one I wish I didn’t get.”
I think I’ll send them a thesaurus as a housewarming gift.
So many books...
2 years ago