Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Sixty-Six
Friday.
There will always be more.
On the wall are boxes with pamphlets that say “Your baby at 12 weeks” and for 2 minutes I think it might be nice to have another baby.
She tries to warn me about the bags. I tell her I know about these paper bags. These handles have been consistently unreliable for at least ten years.
Oysters. Tomato soup. Macaroni and cheese.
One day, I’ll pay someone to really clean these baseboards and the molding on the doors. I wonder how many people look at the corners of the molding on the doors and try to clean them with Q-tips and cloth-covered fingernail files like I do.
Another variation of the same thing.
We did not build any anticipation.
Football season goal: to not eat a single thing from a snack shack.
What is that smell?!
