While debating a particularly difficult choice, what kind of pizza to order, I look to my husband for help. This is what I get.
Me: I'm stuck in indecision honey.
Derek: And then, silently, amber liquid seeped slowly into the room. It slid under door cracks, through the air ducts - no crevice, however small, did not ooze the liquid. By the time the unsuspecting Alicia noticed and tried to decide how to escape, it was too late. She was paralyzed by the indecision honey - and despite the door just a few feet away, she could not use it. No, she COULD use it, if she could just decide to do so.
My life is anything but boring with him around. :)
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Bipolar Musings of my life, humor, health, family, friends, and beliefs.
