(And no, I donāt mean metaphorical jailāI mean orange jumpsuit, cafeteria mystery meat, and one phone call kind of jail.) Listen, Iām generally a loving, patient, āchoose kindnessā kind of gal. But there are momentsāvery specific momentsāwhen I feel an unholy urge to throw my manners in a blender, hit purĆ©e, and watch the chaos …
Honey without Flowers 