I remember how excited I was to start the second grade and not have to use baby crayons anymore. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on those sleek, slender crayons the big kids used. I so fucking badly wanted the 64 box with the built-in-sharpener. Oh my god, I wanted that so bad.
These are things I don’t have:
A hefty bank account
The desire to yodel
All the answers
A love for Mondays
This is not an all inclusive list as there are many other things I don’t have. Like all the stuff at your house and a headache brought on by drinking a milkshake too fast.
There was birthday cake last weekend. Mountain Girl and the Bass Player presented me with this cake on Saturday night. I would tell you what “DF” stands for, but I am clinging to the last wispy threads of my dignity. There weren’t pains. Not really. I mean, other than my normal old lady pains. Sometimes, our conversations go down weirdly lit paths that aren’t always...