I'm at home trying to figure out how I'm going to get myself out of my latest snafu. Less the long explanation of what the latest mess is, I'm in a dilly of a pickle easily rectified with a short and to the point conversation.
Ah, but I'm perplexed nonetheless and cowardice is taking over. Sometimes I wish I was born a turtle. God gave them the convenience of a built in back-up plan. Hide in your shell until you deem safe to resurface.
I have no turtle shell. I just have really long braids I'm twiddling until I come up with a brilliant idea. Looking in the mirror, I think I can pull off dumb. Maybe I'll just do that.