Brave things that May does

Recently, I was driving home while drinking a can of Diet Coke. When it was empty, I let out a burp. Sorry. I'm just a human too.

After the burp, I heard myself say ‘excuse me’. To whó? Why am I doing this? Apparently, we do more unexpectedly polite things than you think.

Even when you're alone. Totally ridiculous.

A lot of people have laughed at me for this. I turn the corner in a parking garage, I turn off my blinker. No idea why, but I can't stop doing it.

When Liesbeth leaves in the morning, she always says: ’Goodbye Disco, see you tonight.“ And when she knows she's sleeping somewhere else, she says: ”See you tomorrow, Disco.“ And if she forgets, she walks back. All the way up to the third floor. We're talking about a cat here, okay? Cat Disco, to be precise.

It's so nice to put a drink carton or a bottle to your lips when you're alone. Yet I don't do it. Even if there's a little blob of yogurt on the edge of the cap, I wipe it off with my finger and then lick my finger. That I do.

I also prefer to cross my arms, but that's not very safe in the car. And I would like to say: “I didn't do anything, you know. Really not.” Total police trick. After all these years.

This one is mainly about Liesbeth. With military precision, her bed is made every day. While showering, she opens it up to air it out, then she sprays a special bed perfume on it, and then it all goes smooth, smooth, smooth back together.

Sorry for the intimacy, but I will never step out of my panties. I lay them upside down on the floor or in the laundry basket so you can't see any possible drops or stains. If I even had any, of course. Didn't I say I'm actually extremely proper?