Pick-au-Prince
Probably a terrible headline and not very creative.
But after I saw an “expert” take one of my favorite writer’s brilliant headlines two weeks ago and make it sound like fuckin’ “See Spot Run” … and I no longer have override capability because it’s only my monkeys but not my circus … and don’t get me started on the content itself … I’m pretty much dead inside.
In any event, I picked my frog prince. My decision surprised even me.
Maybe “decision” is too definitive here.
At least, I either made it a whole lot easier … or a whole lot harder … to decide, should the decision come around again. Still not sure which.
I don’t know that it will come around again. Nor am I sure I want it to. And don’t think I didn’t immediately regret the decision the second I shared it with my frog prince.
The other started ribbiting instantly. (Literally, three minutes later.) And I’m like damn it, frogpies. Pipe the fuck down before I squash your poisonous ass. Jesus.
In any event, I’ve either opened the door to something bigger or I’ve burned the bridge forever.
And for the fact that I honestly cannot tell is probably confirmation that I did the right thing.