I don’t think people quite know what to think of me.
I was at a funeral a few days ago and a lady in our church starts introducing my brothers and I to her son. They introduce one of my brothers saying he’s a great singer and my other brother saying he also sings and teaches guitar. Then she looks at me and says, “…………” *crickets* I reply,
“yup, pa-retty exciting”
Then she proceeds to tell her son all about how I brought my knitting to church one time and just knitted away.
I think, “Is this what I’ve become?”
My nickname among my friends has become “Susie Homemaker”
So I guess my life is over.
I’ve become “that girl.”
Aight, I can embrace that.
Meet da ladiezzz
Hatazz gonna hate.
Hakuna Matata and Ciao baby from the chick with no life.