You may think I am not particularly sensitive, nor politically correct to speak flippantly of a degenerative brain disease afflicting the elderly and feeble-minded among us….
But fuck you!
Damnit, I keep losing
Alas, my brand new pink-framed sunglasses: we were together but such a short, sweet time.. How I will miss you! I only bought you because I lost my very cool sunnies just days before going on holiday. You cost me a steep 20 euros. Last time I saw you, you were dangling precariously from my cleavage as I squatted elegantly to pee in a fragrant pine forest, during a two hour hike with the children.
Next day I laced up my hiking boots again and retraced my steps, in the hope that some kind person might have suspended you from a branch at eye-level, just as another kind soul had done with a pair of lacy, red, see-through panties during our original hike.
But it was not to be. Farewell, Pink Sunnies! [In fact, I won’t really miss them that much, because their branches were too wide and hurt my ears. But they sure were pretty!]