I’m here to discuss a serious topic today. Perhaps the post title gives it away or perhaps it’s the look on my stunning face.
To an outsider, it may seem as if TW is the panicky sort; and, yeah, she does sweat the little things a bit too much. When an emergency strikes, she has been known to keep her wits about her. There was that time I got my head stuck in the handles of a plastic shopping bag when I was much younger. Pop was chasing me around screaming; TW got the scissors, calmly called me over and cut the handle. There was also the
carbon monoxide incident. Then there was this other time … oh wait, there wasn’t.
