After dinner I invented words, as you do -- now posted exclusively on my Facebook page.
Speaking of dinner, my poor husband. First, he took me to the bookstore to find a book they didn't have. (I still left with three. How-to-write books are my self-help section.) And then we went to Kidd Valley and I ordered the garlic fries. Much like they sound, garlic fries are drowned in raw, delicious garlic. And when I finish the fries, my favorite thing is to eat the garlic with a fork. (Sorry, Jer.)
I spent the rest of the night on the other side of the room, breathing into my sleeve.
Today the smell oozes from my pores. For the good of all, I will confine myself indoors.
You're welcome, world.