brillo and machete
My dad seemed kind of overexcited at the thought of buying a machete at the hardware store. He's back there wearing some kind of hip holster and chopping the weeds like they're hydra heads. I have been picturing how to apply a tourniquet. Mom has made many things lemony fresh that have never been lemony fresh before. I am exhausted. L, I hope you are going to cook dinner. I may pass out. I believe your kitchen may be exuding a certain lemony freshness. Was I supposed to stop that...?
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