How's Your Sense of Direction?
Well, ours blows. When we moved into the vast land of metal and cement that is a city for the very first time, our sistas thankfully gracefully immediately sent us compass keychains, compass watches, compass underwear. Well, okay, maybe not that last one, but just about everything else. Thank the hell goodness they watch out for me all the cherry-pickin time. Each time we climbed outta those subway tunnels we'd look around and start walking towards whatever smelled good, usually involving cupcakes. We'd walk a bit, maybe buy a latte and a cupcake if we could scrounge the change, and then realize two blocks later that we were walking in entirely the wrong direction.
This could easily be a metaphor for our life in general, to be modestly honest. But that's when compasses, 8-balls, and maps come in quite handy-dandy. So moral of the story is, pets, never leave home without one of the above, pumpkin pies.
And as for how to get from Point A to Point B, well, we'll take Option C, thank you very much.