And I couldn’t help but wonder: if I had a friend who made that sound, would I tell her I was going to stab her before I lodged a spork in her eye? Every now and then, I notice a whistle when I enunciate certain words, particularly when in a certain state of mind. Do I need to steel myself for a reacharound sporking?
And just like that..I realized I’ve never noticed a whistle.
I’ll probably be embarassed by this post later, but what the hell. Someone’s at least gotta relate a little, right?
I still get sad on Mother’s Day… I cry on her birthday… and on the anniversary of her death… which happens to be Valentines Day so it’s just fabulous that I get reminded of her death every time I pass a card shop for two months between Christmas and February.
You WILL remember her.
My father died on Valentine’s Day, two years ago, after years of suffering. I try to think of it as a gift, because I was never a fan of that day, and now it actually means something to me. I will always remember him, and I’m hoping for that time when I’m not knocked sideways when a particularly poignant memory comes to me. My life just isn’t the same without him in it.
So I’m on the last episode of the first season of The Wire, and they slipped in a ratty old black couch. Did they think people wouldn’t notice the missing orange couch? It’s like a central character for me, by this point.
Does it come back? What the hell happened to the orange couch??
Jesus…Seattle doesn’t get like this. From the 50s to 90 degrees? In one day? We’ve set a record. Not since 1956 have we had weather like this.
And the road rage…holy crap. I actually had a guy, who pulled some bullshit move, jump off his motorcycle and come scream into my window. I don’t think he expected me to scream back “Fuck you, asshole!”
Where the hell did that come from….
But damn, if it didn’t feel good. This heat? Not so much.