I have mostly decided that the whole subject makes much more sense if charged terms like "liberal," "conservative," "sinner" and "saved" are left out altogether of sweeping generalizations and replaced with terms from food preparation. Here's what I mean:
Which flamingo are you, one or two?
I opened the book, took a page of the text, and decided, very matter-of-factly, that I was going to pull a love story from the pages. What surprised me, more than anything, was that I actually got one.
That time I spent the whole of Tuesday worrying that I might have been fatally poisoned by a foul-tasting, Wimpy waffle.
It was tragic. In fact, I don't think I've had such strong feelings about a planty mishap since the alpine strawberry harvest of 2014.
