Skeleton in the Closet

Skeleton in the Closet

The discussion I was party to centered around a buddy’s desire to openly talk about some possibly painful and embarassing personal history.

    We’ve all been there.

We got to joking about it, a little because some light humor can diffuse potentially painful processes, or, at least, leaven the distress.

Made me remember a recent purchase. I’ll have no truck wtih Halloweeen this year, having a formal event to attend, thankfully, no folderol and candy. But I did purchase a long-term ornament, at a dollar store, because I’m cheap, a skeleton.

Why? Because everyone has a …

    Skeleton in the closet.

I can’t make this stuff up.

Deus Ex Machina?

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