for nowi'm still in road to recovery mode.
here are some random things that i'm thinking ... out loud.
i was outside sitting on my driveway tonight. (indian-style, but now i understand that reference is racist, so my kids know it as "criss-cross-apple-sauce".... if you don't know what indian-style is, then just freakin move on...you're too young to get me.) sitting outside, smoking a cigarette (keep up) and my neighbor was walking his dog. his name is ray. the guy, not the dog. not sure what the dog's name is. he walked past me, on the other side of the street and glanced over at me. sitting in the dark. smoking. indian style. in my pajamas. as i do. he didn't speak. his dog is a big yellow lab. good dog. barks sometimes. not too much for me, tho.about 18 seconds later, his wife followed him, with this tiny little dog. i don't think i've ever noticed it before. it was too dark to identify, it wasn't a chuahua...but it was a wiry little piss of a dog.she glanced. didn't speak.they walked into their driveway across the street from me. he waited minute for her. the motion flood light came on over their garage. i felt a sweetness for the scene.his and hers dogs. .cool.
sometimes even great cooks have crock-pot nightmares.
this is cream peas... fresh last month, attempting a last ditch save from my step-mom's freezer. i forgot i had the crock on, then left for work. i came back 10 hours later.time of death: 5 hours before i got home.
i swear this smelled like dead cat. one day i'll tell you how i know this with absolute certainty. let's just say: junior high. mom going through divorce crazies. kitten. warm dryer. you do the math.
speaking of math... how long does aftermath last. ... just wondering.
who knew electricity was so freaking fanfuckingtastic? that would be me.
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