My one true favorite thing is the world (behind my child and my husband, obviously) is sarcasm.
I love nothing more than thick, heavy, sugary sarcasm laced with snarky bitterness. It's the perfect combination that makes me shiver with delight. If you can perfect the witty comeback that snaps someone in the face, I'm yours... forever.
That's how my husband snagged me.
He told me some ridiculous one-liner that was weighed down by sarcasm that I told him I'd marry him right at that second.
Of course, my love for sarcasm has gotten me in a lot of trouble. I tend to use it when it's not called for. Hell, I use it all the time and it has earned me the label of: bitch.
Sarcasm is my way of expressing myself, covering up pain, making light of any situation or just breathing.
I just can't help it.
I get it from my father (among many other dazzling talents). He taught me to be the biggest smart ass and while my mother simply rolls her eyes when we get together, it brings me nothing but tears of joy.
But seriously, why do so many people find sarcasm the bane of their existence? Is it because you have to have a knack for being sarcastic?
If so, I've got it and I'm not afraid to use it.
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