Love is like that time you were nine years old and you had to stay with
your grandparents for two weeks for whatever reason where you were
conflicted with emotion. On the one hand, it's your grandparents, and
you love your grandparents! On the other, they only bathed once every
two weeks because they live out in the middle of nowhere, miles from
civilization, with no indoor plumbing, and the last time they bathed was
the day before you arrived.
Oh sure, the visit starts out great, and you have taken up the practice
to clean yourself daily in a nearby creek, but by day four or five,
you're hiding under the porch in your newly built fort sleeping with
their coon dog, a possum and a skunk. All of you with clothespins on
your noses and a horrified look of terror on your faces. OMFG!
Move to the city grandpa and grandma!
Yeah, love is like that, only .... without the clothespins.
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