Monday, February 10, 2003
i went to a birthday party for a pregnant friend, and every single person there had a baby. one of them asked me if if i was pregnant. i shot the monkey a startled look and said, "NO." she smiled. mommy voice: "be careful! it's catching!"
the monkey leaned over and said, "please wash your hands before we leave."
we took a bazillion pictures and played scrabble at the laundromat and even though i am defective and can probably turn buttercream frosting into pig shit with the power of my negative thoughts, everything remains. the french film we made up in the living room has three scenes: us in the living room after bath, him still naked and doing very sculptural stretches while i lounge on the couch; us in the bath tub cracking up after i use the magic of illusion to take a full pint glass of water out of my head; and . . . i forget the third, but i think it also had to do with laughing.
in a moment of surprising clarity, i told him in a parking garage that i knew the weekend hadn't been effortless but that i was glad he was here. he knew, and we proceeded to have a cocktail and eat leftovers and be our old selves. how lovely that this is too good even for me to ruin.
the monkey leaned over and said, "please wash your hands before we leave."
we took a bazillion pictures and played scrabble at the laundromat and even though i am defective and can probably turn buttercream frosting into pig shit with the power of my negative thoughts, everything remains. the french film we made up in the living room has three scenes: us in the living room after bath, him still naked and doing very sculptural stretches while i lounge on the couch; us in the bath tub cracking up after i use the magic of illusion to take a full pint glass of water out of my head; and . . . i forget the third, but i think it also had to do with laughing.
in a moment of surprising clarity, i told him in a parking garage that i knew the weekend hadn't been effortless but that i was glad he was here. he knew, and we proceeded to have a cocktail and eat leftovers and be our old selves. how lovely that this is too good even for me to ruin.
