You may have heard from me earlier today when I was in the grocery store. I pushed my cart past a man taking advantage of our 50 degree weather by wearing an extra small t-shirt that unfortunately did not cover the hairy belly that was hanging down past his belt buckle. As he passed me with his cart full of frozen pizza and his shoulders covered in dandruff he actually managed to burp and fart at the same time. A skill that no doubt, he had worked on for several years.
There is a chance that I took that moment to look up to heaven and uncharitably think, “And they wonder why you made lesbians.”
In retrospect, I realize this was a very bad thing to say, even in my head. On many different levels. I’m ashamed. So please forgive me and I promise to do better next time.
P.S. If you didn’t actually hear me say this earlier today, then this letter is from my sister, Lesley.