Two bits of his two cents. (Unsolicited.) On how to pull my life together, how to stay out of trouble.
Man up, he tells me.
Act like a lady, he tells me.
I curse like a hat, cry at the drop of a sailor. Love hourglass boots, and combat corsets.
Is that what he means?
He shakes his head of course not, like that is ridiculous.
Yes, I agree. It is.
A to Z, day 17