Belgian beer sometimes smells and tastes a little like cotton candy. Steve drank some tonight and I had some sips between my wine. Sometimes, from the wine I drink, my teeth turn purple. I never suspect this until Steve mentions it. This he does with a smile because he thinks it’s cute. Horrified I enter [...]
A few days ago I had a dinner party. We have moved out to St. Johns. Our friends had some trouble finding our new place.
We live in an apartment community. Near a car wrecking company. A series of buildings grouped together on a piece of land that features grassy knolls. This is a first for [...]
My eyes are heavy. I think they are bloodshot. When Steve says to me “baby, your eyes are bloodshot!” I feel satisfaction. Bloodshot eyes say ‘look how deprived of sleep I am!’ This means I am a sturdy creature able to get by on little sleep. But my eyes are telling a lie. Really I [...]