It stands for sarcasm. The third aunt handed me a white top. It fit nicely (relieved). I looked at the size and laughed. Small. I do believe Fate loves sarcasm. I’d like to move in the place where this top was manufactured. I’d feel way better there. Small?! Hah! Or perhaps it was a typo error? Nonetheless, that would be my favorite top.
I did see the humor in that.
The year will end with a way bigger me. (An understatement.) Deep breaths. Okay. That didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Acceptance. I think that’s what they call it.
Now, what motivation to use to keep the jog (as in real jog – not brisk walk sessions)? … (a long pause follows…)
… (still part of the looooong pause)
I’ll write it down once I figure it out 😀