STASH


You’re on the way to a swanky luncheon. You’re looking sharp in your crispy new shirt, glistening wrist watch, slim fit khakis pants with enviable suede kicks to boot. You make a grand entrance, but wait, what is that nasty wet puddle underneath your armpits! Now that’s a sight for sore eyes. But let’s be frank, it happens to the best of us.
June 25, 2012
My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-b****.