I am so sorry if I offended you. I am so sorry if we are walking into each other. So sorry if I parked perfectly and you didn’t. Must be my fault. No, none of that applies to me. Sorry/not sorry. For some reason my Boomlennial peeps keep apologizing. For nothing. The wrongs of the world are not your fault. Yesterday I went to church with a Manfriend because I am that wonderful. Sorry/not sorry. As we were pulling into the lot this huge pickup truck was parked terribly taking up two spaces and hanging out into the drive so everyone had to maneuver around him. Yes, it had to be a man. Little man probably. Sorry/not sorry. Throwing everyone off a bit. So Manfriend parks and we get out and examine how we faired and were pretty askew but kind of the norm. (Sorry/sorry). The lady next to us parks perfectly and comes over sorrying sorrying saying small man truck messed her up. It didn’t. She was just at that age where the world seems to do everything right and for some reason what isn’t right is your fault. I see it again and again and always want to yell Knock It Off but then I might be truly sorry/not sorry. Which leads me to a totally unrelated topic except that I was deep thinking about it in said church when I should have been paying more attention. Some attention. Color your gray hair. Is that too much to ask? Nice looking woman, cute outfit, ugly hair. Just such an easy fix. Losing weight haaaaard. Growing two inches also hard. Box of Nice and Easy? Nice and easy. That natural look is not good. Be a peacock. Slap on some bright lipstick. Fan your feathers. Maybe gray is a way to fade into the shadows so you don’t get noticed. And be sorry about everything. Maybe I should have paid more attention in church so I wouldn’t have to be so shallow and trivial. As if that’s a bad thing. Sorry.