The CoHo watched cautiously from her mellow submarine. Will tonight be the night? She glanced self-consciously into her blog mirror, like a virgin desperate to get plucked, uprooted and transported to unknown worlds. No, she’s not ready, not just yet. Inertia, like bottled baby carrots, have a stubborn way of seeping through. And a bagful of tired analogies aren’t helping much either. It’s much easier to watch from the sidelines she decided, as she scraped the chocolate ice-cream that was well past her postpartum grace period and tried to get that damn Disney song out of her heavy head:
Un-dah da sea,
Un-dah da sea…
Darlin’ it’s better,
Down where it’s wetter,
Take it from me!