PS: Thoughts on a Blog

The other night I dragged the Girly Girl outside to stand with me as I had a smoke. She was a bit on the chilly side, so I moved the scarf from my neck to hers. It looked good, the orange and grey of the scarf matching almost perfectly with her grey and black outfit.

But it was cold. And she complained that I was a terrorist making her stand outside like that.

And I could only respond, “It goes well with my diet.”