I break months of blogging silence for this very important message: Flip-flops should be banned from libraries.
How can I concentrate on the serious business of writing my novel that serves the even more vital purpose of helping me avoid writing cover letters, drumming up freelance work, and being a contributing member of society while subjected to all this noisy footwear?
What kind of parent brings their child to the library on a perfectly beautiful Saturday, anyway? Cheapskates and achievers.
Flip-flops, in general, are the worst. It combines essentially going barefoot in public (vulgar), that suction slurp-SLAP sound (unnatural and annoying), and a Kardashian need for attention (vulgarer).
For the want of a heel strap, civilization was lost.
Words I Looked up in the Dictionary Today
Aspic: a jelly made with meat stock.
Bandy: curved legs, with the knees wide apart.
Frantic: wild with fear, anxiety.
Manic: wild and apparently deranged.
Slapdash: done hurriedly, carelessly.
Preaching to the choir.
What were you hoping an “aspic” was?
Meat jelly, basically. When writing, if I’m unsure of the meaning of a word, even a little bit, I look it up.