My sister and her utterly crafty nature must have sensed my itchiness. Perhaps she could no longer endure my whining. Perhaps she was tired of traveling through the innermost recesses of my thoughts and truly wished me “out of here.” (The recesses are a little drafty.)
To brighten my mood, she created and sent me this canvas, which resides on the kitchen counter, reminding me to de-sassify occasionally.
De-sassifying is best done when friends send you travel inanity such as this:
That cracked me up. Un-sassified for today.
Our house has been de-sassified, according to your directions. OK?