Excuse me . . . hey . . . you . . . Yeah. YOU! Do you happen to know a word that rhymes with 'buttocks'? Other than that one? No? Oh, ok . . . Yeah, i know i could use 'fucks', but it throws the scansion off when i do. oh, well.
Angel was being silly last night and faking talking in his sleep just to jack with me so i started talking back as if the crap he was saying made sense, just to jack with him back. He was fine until i got really still and quiet for a minute then turned suddenly and whispered 'kumquat' in his ear. Yeah he cracked up and ruined the whole bit . . . but it was funny!
i had a horrid headache yesterday that was killing me. it was one of the pre-migraines that makes you feel sick and sends the 'angry bees' to swarm around your head. i couldn't wait to get out of work. i couldn't think. i wanted death at that moment and there wasn't a thing in the world i could do up there to relieve the misery.
When i left i was a little scared of driving but i made it to Antonio's, my favorite Mexican restaurant, just fine. Since it's out in Burleson, everyone met me out there. Chip and Myste had both their boys and Ronica, so it took them longer than Angel to get there, but i didn't care.
i'm like a homing pigeon when it comes to pain and food. i have pan, i go to comfort food. so i sat there with the best salsa and freshly made chips in the whole world until i could order the enchiladas from heaven and eat them. It was actually pretty cool to have all of us sit down to dinner together. Micah is getting taller and thinner and not looking so babyish any more and he is a very smart little boy. Frighteningly smart and QUICK! i spent most of dinner watching him and talking to him. He looks so very much like his big sister that it's scary, but they are both cuties.
Oh, crap, i have to get dressed and go now.
catch you on the flip side, and don't forget to ask about the spork.
confessed on Tuesday, Oct. 15, 2002