True-fact dialog tonight between my 6-year-old daughter and my 3-year-old son: She: “Why is 6 afraid of 7?” He: “Cuz 7 is a monster.” And I don’t know. I just find that funny. I mean, yeah, the more traditional response…
The cinnamon chicken slid off the car roof. Gourmet exploding. Big messy boom. Plate shards, scattered like shark teeth. Chicken shards, scattered like chicken. On the driveway. In the lawn. And jeez: what a strange fate for this lightly basted…
I am a monkey what likes to learn. I know this sounds whacky, but keeping a semi-regular journal, which I’ve started doing these last few months, seems to kinda maybe sorta be improving my long term memory in strange and…
Cat-pinned warm butterfly me beneath the blanket with my warm beneath the blanket in my crook she’s a tack pinned me down till I flutter flutter stop. she stays warm I can’t move she don’t care. and I stop. 0
