Tania Kettle

For the love of Spirit, if there is anything in this Universe which makes me lose my shite, it is being given an Ultimatum.

And I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this to you 20 million times before.

In 20 million different ways, which all end up at the same dead end destination.

No.

Actually, I have no idea why it does my head in so badly.

It's not as if I ever give one myself, and if I'm ever given one, well, we both know it lasts .003 of a second.

The time it takes me to process the actual chutzpah that someone might even have thought to give me one.

And I'm already out the door.

Call me Miss Gone Burger.

But all jokes aside, Don't.

No good ever comes on giving an Ultimatum.  

You look like a dick.

You're acting like a needy, spineless dick, and last but not least,

No self-respecting person plays in that sandpit, so you, my little stud-muffin, will not get what you want.

Because it's an Ultimatum.

And an asshole move.

Then you cry.

Kissy hugs

T (she/her) and Spirit

xx

* Having pronouns in an email signature signals you as an LGBTQIA and/or ally (a person who is not LGBT, but who actively supports the LGBT community)

LGBTQIA – Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer and/or Questioning, Intersex (a person born with a combination of male and female biological traits), and Asexual (little or no sexual attraction to others)