. . . those are apparently terrifying words that signal the revelation of some mind-bending crazy.
At least, if you believe my siblings. Because that is the consensus they have reached regarding those words coming out of my mouth. Other terrifying sentences include, “So, I had an idea” and “Remember how I said . . . ?”
Because I did a thing. A thing that was scary and exciting, that convinced Liz that I am nuts. But, well . . . I’m not sure that that really means anything, because she thought I was crazy before. And “crazy” (and all it’s variants) aren’t exactly derogatory around here. In fact, they’re really more like terms of endearment.
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