I don’t shed velvet. I don’t even wear velvet. And I would never admit it. I’d just say I was “dancing the bonehead” when I was younger, and I don’t really do anything that remotely resembles that now.
I dont know how to respond to this. I feel like I should say something, but I dunno. My mind is spinning from the fact that there was a woman in my life who was pretty much as boneheaded as I was, and she was someone who made me laugh every single day. I think it’s important to think about that, and maybe to appreciate that she was someone who made you laugh.