And before I can grasp his arm and hold him back, he moves past me and straight into the bathroom. The word “nooooooooooooo” is on the tip of my tongue as I watch him pause at the sink. He looks back at me and then points at his shoe. “Why is my shoe in the sink?” For the love of God, why? Why are you doing this to me? Especially on a day like today when I look like Shrek’s ugly friend Elmira with the third eye. WHY? I’ll tell you freaking why because my luck, when it comes to dignity during this season of my life, has absolutely run out. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever had any dignity since
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