Day 47: Tales Of Hungover Besties And Hungry “Sticks”
Day 42 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD
The doorbell rang.
It was Uber eats with coffee and muffins I had ordered from Candy’s down the end of the street.
The delivery driver screwed up his face when I answered the door. “I thought you were going to be some disabled chick.” He handed me the bag. “Why didn’t you get this stuff yourself?”
There were a million reasons I might …