It's downhill from here.
Last night I dreamt that Channing Tatum nervously presented me with a dress heād knitted for me. He clenched his (big, work-roughened) hands in anxious fists while I unfolded it.Ā
āYou donāt have to wear it,ā he said, before I could say anything.
The dress was perfect. It was beautiful. It could turn into a skirt.
āYou like it?ā Channing Tatum said, smiling crookedly.
The dress had pockets.

















