.. has a back door that I can sneak into. Noooo, I don't mean THAT back door.. not here at least.
I mean a way of sneaking back in when I am in the doghouse. A way of worming my way back towards forgiveness and maybe just maybe before I get too soaked and muddy having to find myself a hole to dig outside.
Ok, no more cryptic BS.. I am talking about a Sense Of Humor!
For every reason and all reasons. They can have it all but without one of these.. and without one that I can latch onto and go a little nuts with.. there's simply no hope. Yes, I am gotten with a sweet smile and a bad streak that matches my own.. but when I know there lurks inside a crafty and twisted little soul that can take my own twisted way.. mmm.. yeah then I'm a goner. In a good way.