Do you think J.K. Rowling ever runs around screaming, “oh shit, oh shit,” because wax from the scented candle she lit to create a pleasant ambiance for writing ended up spilling all over her laptop?
I thought not.

Her: (sweating from the effort) There! I think I finally got all of the scales — those dry patches on your feet are what we call scales — off.

Me: Oh no. I feel like the ugly foot woman.

Her: Well . . . look at it this way, you’re not the ugly foot woman anymore.