Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Fifty-Nine
Bacon and hashbrowns but rummaging through the fridge for something that isn’t that.
Where’s my Yeti?
The emails are fast and furious already. What is actually a priority?
But really, what would I do without her every day?
Next year, we should do a bracket for women’s teams.
It’s just too…white.
Where’s my Yeti?
So much can be understood through tone. I don’t need to see their face or read their words. Just need to listen to how they are saying what they are saying.
He did it. He got it done. He’s playing. He hates batting 9th. We watch him get a single and then run home on the next batter’s triple. He will be fine.
I tell him the truth: I felt jealous and sad. And that’s honest and real, and it feels good to say the truth out loud.
