“Well,” the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage sighed rather deeply, “now that the hurricane is over I guess we can all get back to normal.” When she said “normal,” she looked at me and gave me one of “those looks.”
I am very much confused when it comes to this idea of normal. What in the world is normal?
Often when we go out somewhere she says, “Please try to act normal tonight.”
For me, normal is just the way I act. Furthermore, I am not acting.