It’s raining outside and I don’t believe in sharing umbrellas.
There are three things in this world that really shouldn’t be shared: boyfriends, umbrellas, and *hymn books.
I mean consider the outcomes of umbrella sharing: you both get wet. That generally is the only outcome. And then there’s the whole walking in sync thing during which someone’s elbows always get in the way. Really, it’s okay, we don’t have to share; I’ll sacrifice someone for total dryness. Even myself.
So . . . unless you’re height allows you to get your hair totally wet under my super short showerhead . . . one of us (you) should wear a hood. Because the day I share an umbrella with you is a special day. Consider it my sign of true affection.
As a disclaimer. . . I’m really not that selfish. One time I shared my Reese’s Puffs.
* stop giving me looks when I don’t take a corner!
