Pizza, popcorn and falling up the stairs
I clutch the handrail, lifting one foot in front of the other. David follows me, really close – my personal border collie……
I clutch the handrail, lifting one foot in front of the other. David follows me, really close – my personal border collie……
As I’m taking off my coat and boots, Harrison Ford is in my peripherals. He’s wearing a suit. He’s on an airplane. “Are you guys watching Air Force One?” I ask, stashing my wet boots next to the heating vent. “We are!” says David. This proves that if there was ever a Name That Movie…
We’re sitting at the kitchen table. Rissa is watching Sex and the City on her phone while she enjoys her cinnamon raisin toast
This is the week. It’s the week that I bought a high-end bird feeder so that I can watch the birds from my kitchen window and I discovered that, from the side, I have jowls…
As I lay on the floor sobbing, my arms and legs desperately trying to absorb any emotionally grounding properties from the carpet fibres, it became immediately apparent that visual chaos makes me crazy(er)…
I come down this morning – all ready to bite into the meat of the day…
As I’m writing at the kitchen table, I intermittently glance out the window – enjoying flashes of flora and fauna in our backyard. The Engleman’s Ivy lushly embraces the pergola, the grass is green, there are birds and squirrels, and… a… fox? As I lean to the side of my computer screen, desperate to catch…
David is looking pretty excited, but he manages to tone down a manic grin. “Hide and Seek would be okay,” he says nonchalantly…
“MOTHERFUCKER!” I exclaim vehemently and quietly – because I’m in the backyard and our adjacent neighbours have kids and I don’t want those kids to start randomly yelling MOTHERFUCKER, and then laying the blame at the feet of the middle-aged, crazy woman whose backyard abuts theirs…
I got it into my head that I wanted to have some sexy time once we reached the bedroom…