For research purposes I decided to borrow the book Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus. I thought I was going to gain some wisdom to impart to women who are in desperate need to hear the knowledge I possess and tenure I have in regards to womanhood [insert snorting laugh, scoff, and gag sound here]. But what I’ve really discovered is that I’m from Venus. And I have oogly eyes. And I speak a different language. Because really, women are weird. And I’m the president of the club. *sigh*
If you intend on attending the Se7en Deadly Sins series starting in a few weeks, please remember that I am mere mortal, simultaneously laugh and cry at Kodak commercials, and don’t know anything about being a good woman. What I can do is teach the bible! So if you want to roll through, but can’t because you live far away (England or Canada perhaps), will you drop a comment to let me know? I’m speaking to our IT department about a live webcast, but I need to make sure it’s not just one person sitting in front their computer too lazy to drive down the 5 freeway (*cough, Jasmine, cough*).
I must now climb aboard my space ship and speak my language of Nanu Nanu.
Venus love,
B
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