I’m sitting here shoving blueberries into my face, because I’ve waited too long to eat. I got obsessed with the idea of pho today.
I kept thinkin the boy one would get here and he would totally wanna go pick up some pho, but he keeps not gettin here and I got hungrier and hungrier and so hungry I began to feel unwell and then I started thinkin I might be too unwell to drive to get the pho, which is so far, and then I have to wait and they’re always outta taro bubble tea, and I might would collapse right there at the table, disappointment on an empty stomach and all… So then I thought I needed some urgent food but we’re outta bananas, and outta nectarines, and if I opened a bag of pistachios I might just never stop eating them and never leave the house, ever, and that’d be bad.
Cause um, I need to go to the store, too.
Is it me, or is that like, the bane of my existence? The goddamn grocery store? No, I have actual problems, too, but that one IS the suck at the mo.
So the boy one is comin. Do you know what that darling boy said to me this week? (I am telling everyone.) I asked him if there’s a particular dinner he’d like me to cook this weekend and he said it didn’t matter cause he knows he’ll like it regardless. Uh, he has not always been that way, y’all. They grow up and astound.
I packed him a lil bag of food fings to take home with him. Love his heart. *gush gush gush*
I’ve once again been accused of loving him more, but I gave those bitches gravy, noodle soup, and milkshakes this week, so I’ll be hearing none of that, thank you very much.
I say bitches with pride, too. Ain’t raisin nice girls here. First progress reports came today and from teachers we’re already not fond of, and oh, do those As look shiny and bright. Mmhm. Just gonna be talkin smack all up in this house. The Mister has already started.
“Like my Sassy couldn’t get an A in her dumbass class! AS IF!”
Not lost my mind, I swear. I’m UP for the first time in weeks and also this iced coffee is a lil bit caffeinated and I’ve had a lot of it which means I’m a lot too caffeinated, but I’m happy, so there’s that.
Today is better than yesterday and that’s sayin a lot, cause I like Thursdays, but they keep lyin about the weather and it will probably never rain again and the ground will never be soft and I’ll never weed, I’ll just live in the house of vines and dead blooms.
When they lied and said the rain would come around 1, I said to the dog, “We shall go out for afternoon boom boom early and you can chase the squirrels and I shall stake my sunflowers.” The dog didn’t say anything, but I believe she found the scenario agreeable. At 11, it began to rain. I hurried quick and put on my garden shoes and went to stake my sunflowers.
My twine is gone. All gone twine. I’m sure no one misused it, I did not misplace it — rather someone has come into our house and stolen my twine. Perhaps mice are using it to weave hammocks in the shed. Attaching them to the spider webs.
The shed. Where ya can’t even get in cause fleurs.
Yeah. So I pruned my way through the hibiscus and roses to get to the shed door, and then there was a HUGE ORB WEAVER all settled in his GREAT BIG WEB strung from one side of the arbor to the other. I ducked and went into the shed, where the lights did not come on, and I tried to open the other door for more light, but I couldn’t see the stakes in the dark until my foot rolled across them and I almost fell. I picked up the stakes and left the shed, right through the damned orb weaver’s web, all over my face, his meals all in my hair. Gnarly.
I staked those sunflowers and tied them with beautiful grosgrain ribbon, I did. In the rain, even. They’re well over my head now and still not open.
The babies have popped open, they’re about as tall as I am.
Face to face.
But the giants keep growin!
There was no more rain. They’re sayin it’ll rain again tomorrow, but I know they lie.
Time to go, time to go!
Happy Friday Everyone!