Dedicated Dieter, artwork by Dick Sargent - detail from cover of Saturday Evening Post - November 6, 1954
I’m pretty sure this is how I look and feel all of the time.
“I just plucked my second white hair ever from my head this evening. Then I taped it to my husband’s wallet to find in the morning. To show him my apparent devotion to growing old together.”
“A six year old from the day center told me I looked like a boy today. After letting it sink in for a few hours, I realize that the proper response would have been, “A handsome boy?”..”
Because I CAN fuck with my husband every morning if I just put my mind to it.
“That awful sensation I get when I’ve just finished a really good book well after midnight, and I realize it will give me nightmares…”
I love this song so much (these things are becoming less and less about the art that I do and never seem to post).
Things that my husband says in place of swear words while gaming:
Crap
Crud
Cruddle
Fudge
Fudge cakes
Frick
Fruit
Fruit cakes
Fruit nuts
Grapefruit (I swear, I heard it at least once)
Bum
Bugger
Bother
Balderdash
Balls
Ballsack
Snot
Shoot
Seriously?
Rats
C’mon c’mon c’mon
and NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Oh!
Oh, hey there, MORNING! I know we don’t always get to hang out, but since we’re both here I guess we could do stuff for a while. Doctor says I shouldn’t be having a muffin for breakfast, but if you don’t tell, I’ll share! Maybe you’d enjoy some tea or coffee as well?
So I’m reading this book by Simon Beckett, and it’s pretty awesome so far. I sometimes wonder if enjoying murder mysteries is turning me into my grandmother, but I don’t think that she reads books that put a focus on forensic anthropology. You know, the process of decomposition with the liquids, gas, smell and some bits of culture. As pretty as some caskets are, I don’t think I want to liquify inside of one someday. It takes so much time to become a beautiful, archaeological set of bones, you know?
ANYWAY, you can read it with me if you want. I’d really enjoy it, actually. But whenever afternoon shows up I might have to shoo you away. I promised I’d try and work out whenever they came around.
