That a change might be nice. That I'd like to switch things up in a big, bad way.
Bad as in bad-ass.
About two months ago I tried, but I didn't go far enough.
Not deep enough. Nowhere near bright enough.
But a trip to the drugstore for some milk and eggs yesterday evening saw me wander down the aisle, "just to see..." and there were those little sale stickers.
And there she was, staring back at me from a box*.
The girls went to sleep, one by one. Jon played some PS2 football. It wasn't even 8pm yet.
I had time.
So I dove, headlong.
Into red. Glorious red.