thursday is a good day for a little love.
to forget the taxes and their manila folder, the kix crushed and powdered underneath the highchair, the unvacuumed, the undusted, the unwindexed, the state of my hair or the pants with tomato sauce streaking down from the knee.
come find me, love. i’m sitting here in the middle of thursday, edging and waiting.
ooh, i could eat up your writing all day long jess. more more more. don’t you hate the feeling of crushed cereal between your toes and the carpet? yuck yuck yuck double yuck.
happy heart day to you all.
I wondered who “Juice” was…but when you talked about Henry I knew. Do you make sure the toilet lid is down and he can just open it? If so, smart kid! i’m thinking of visiting in April (for real this time) and am wondering if you’re going to be around…I don’t know when exactly, I want to come when Brad’s on call and I won’t know that until the end of March, but just wanted to be sure you’ll be there.
She’s right here eating candy for breakfast and hoping that her guy will come take her away in a Fisher Price convertible Barbie car.