Three thousand and one is an odd number.
The Lobster is an odd movie.
Odd people can act in odd ways, which can cause you to spend an odd number hours trying to figure them out.
It’s odd how when there is a mass shooting, we hear more about the shooter than those who have been shot.
It’s odd how misogyny and racism are still such potent forces in our lives.
It’s odd how we don’t have common-sense gun laws in the USA.
It’s odd how I can still get nervous about facilitating therapy groups after all these years.
We had an odd thought in a therapy group yesterday — if we are afraid of disappointing others, doesn’t that mean that we must have done something awesome in the past to raise their expectations?
It’s odd how calm I am about doing my taxes this year, because I’ve always had tax-o-phobia.
It’s odd how my work pager makes me jump every time it goes off.
I have an odd number of images to share today.
It would be odd if I didn’t acknowledge that today is the first day of spring, my favorite season!
Here‘s “Who’s in the Odd Socks?” by Andy and the Odd Socks.
Here‘s “The Kids Are United” by Andy and the Odd Socks.
I wonder if I’ll get an odd number of comments on this odd post.
Here’s an odd number of thank you’s to all who help me write my odd posts every day, including YOU!
