What the wuc just happened?

I’m back. Like a chump who shows up to her bat mitzvah at 32. So. Um, how’ve you been? [Looks awkward and shuffles feet.] Good? You been good? Sweet Mary. The guilt I’ve felt for letting my wuc grow cobwebs! (Ewww.) We’re talking, Catholic guilt. Teenage pregnancy guilt. Hairy armpits guilt. Guilt. But I returnContinue reading “What the wuc just happened?”