Thanks for a wonderful year, everyone! I thought about doing a more substantial post, but unfortunately it’s December 30 and my brain is mashed potatoes so you’re getting my holiday card instead.
Yesterday, the New Yorker posted the comic I made about crying on vacation in Scotland. I have a bad habit of happy-crying in public, particularly in nice restaurants at the end of very nice days, I think because dinner is the natural culmination of the day’s emotional arc and I’m also drinking wine. Everyone assumes that my poor husband is making me sad. Have a read!
Now, I will continue with this week’s activity:
this is so funny and relatable. i sent this to my husband bcs he also fears ppl judging him when i cry in public and he's around. he's like, "i swear it wasn't me!"