Insideoutwardswords

My conversations with the Mr. yesterday.

*holding up a shirt*
'I think the shirt is inside outwards'

'Outwards? Is that a word?'

'Yeah I think so. Inward, outward'

'But I don't think it's plural.'

'It is now'

'Its just the same like I'm trapped in a dungeon and a dragon is climbing up to get me.'

'Not even close considering a dungeon is underground....'

'Well, he would be crawling up from the depths of the earth.'

'...yeeeaahhhhh ok...'

'I'm going to lay in bed, write a blog post and go to sleep. I don't really want to write, but if I write I will become a better writer. Then I will write a book and be on the New York Best Book Seller's list and make millions.'

'New York Times Best Seller List.' 

'....yeah, ya know, whatever'

This is exactly why I write. I'm sure by now my mind and tongue are jealous of my love affair between my typing fingers and the backspace key. It's nice to be able to try new phrases, use spell check and look up correct meanings of words. I find myself often asking, "Did that even make sense?" as I second guess my choice of words. At the end of the day I just have to trust that what was meant to be heard was heard and what was misconstrued will be brought to my attention to rectify.

My words are as inside outwards as that shirt. Don't question it, just go with the flow.