house of fun
Some people charge, check, and answer their iPhones in class. Sometimes people even think out loud while engaging in a practice designed to quiet the mind.
My inner gnome is a one-foot-tall, short-legged, pot-bellied, always naked (save for a hula hoop of leaves around his waist that do nothing to hide his nether regions), playfully short-tempered, grumpy, and giggly child with a beard. And all this inner gnome wants to do is go out into ...
My first reaction was to step boldly onto the brakes. But the shoes wouldn’t let me do it. They seemed to scream, “No! You might scratch our suede!”
I used to save the grocery store plastic bags so generously donned on me at checkout to shovel litter-covered cat poop into.