My ex boyfriend used to call me “nose whistler” because it really annoyed him when I breathed.
I really regret little things like that— Letting a man call me “nose whistler” and I didn’t say, “I’m nose Whistlers MOTHER” as I sit in a chair with my hands in my lap. Wearing a black dress. And a white bonnet. And I’m old. And my feet are on a stool.