“accidental orange juice”

There comes a time in every woman’s life when she wakes up, sees her wide ass in the wide-ass mirror through her tired-ass eyes, and wonders what the hell happened.

Well, maybe not every woman, but probably most women?

Okay, hopefully not just me.

The point is when life’s lemons start showing up as pound cake thighs drizzled in doughnut glaze and permanently pursed lips from the sour taste in the back of the throat, it’s gotta be time to change some shit up and make orange juice, right?

The brain says there are
no accidents for realsies.
Sound waves between ears.