30th
Everything reminds me of kombucha
Is the future thesis/ story collection title.
Kombucha
Kombucha
True kombucha
Newest additions to the band name stockpile: “Heaven Stems”; “The Basmati Molecule”
What happened while I was gone was they bought an HDTV from probably Costco and a shiny new mic/mixer, ‘cause both siblings are now composing original tunes and aspiring to youtube stardom. The littlest brother grew taller than yers truly — granted not difficult to do, but still perplexing. Occasionally he is unrecognizable to me, like this morn, when I mistook him for a man carrying a small child on his shoulders. He makes OK grades and stank at his practice SAT, so we are testing vocab words.
Dad: “What does ‘apathy’ mean?”
Ben: “I DON’T CARE.”
We watched Benjamin Button which BTW is totally stolen Max Tivoli and there is a point in the film — spoiler? — when Cate Blanchett says “Sleep with me?” and Brad Pitt says “Absolutely” and now my bro is saying “Absolutely” to all questions in the exact same ridiculous way. No!
In other news it is back to FL in the morrow. Work here is done. I baked a lattice-top apple pie and on a separate occasion suffered a burn that resembles stigmata. The nasturtium “has jaundice” and “the little seedling friend in the ricotta cheese cup is very sleepy,” emails the plant sitter. No!!!!
I am becoming the sort of crotchety old lady who feels storm-comings and ovulation pains. When I eat pancakes I FEEL pancakes. But not in a bad way necessarily.
If you are so moved to purchase for me a winter solstice gift I would appreciate THIS apron with built-in oven mitts.
