I have to say...
I know little things make me happy and excited and content. The little extra button they give you with your quality 100% cotton button down shirt, a new song that makes you pull into the driveway but sit and wait until it's finished (Billy Bragg New England is this weeks) cooking a turkey with a little poppy bobber thing that works and pops at the total right time, drinking beer with friends, drinking wine with friends, drinking enough that you can talk fast and quick and witty but not too much that you can't drive home, finding $20 in the dryer, green tea that isn't too sugary, Annie in the rain, the puppies run run running, meeting a new guy, liking new guy, and that weird 2-3 month phase where everything is right and laying together saturday morning talking about the US foreign policy feels so right, so right, and believing for a few days, few weeks, that you could be with this guy for a while, discovering a new author and the books that go along with it, discovering new books by an old author, a new haircut, clean socks, sheets that smell like my grandma washed them, my mom's rhubarb pie, being alone, knowing you're being alone, being happy you know you're alone and you're alone, doing what you want, not having to answer to someone, not worrying, a new pen, watching a double play, writing something that even before you click save you know is good.
ANYWAY
The Roomba. I expressed interest in the Roomba months ago. It has finally arrived, courtesy of a friend who is able to get these kinds of things. you push a button, it motors aroung the house sucking up everything and anything. in particular, it's been suckin up the dog hair, so much of which i can't believe either of them don't look like moby. It motors around, making this weird, way louder sound than you'd think, and it's just so cute and loveable...i've named him Frankie. As an aside, it says right on the box that Frankie and family were created to sniff out and destroy landmines, which given my penchant for meeting and keeping very strange men around far longer than should be necessary...is probably a HUGE diplomatic plus.
ANYWAY
Watching the dogs meet Frankie is the funniest thing I've seen in a long time.
It's made a rather drab day, week, month, life? pretty freakin bright. And that is why my sarah's personal campaign for hermitude with the exception of the dogs because apparently they are the only things that can stand/love me...is back.
Get your button of support today. :)
www.irobot.com
I know little things make me happy and excited and content. The little extra button they give you with your quality 100% cotton button down shirt, a new song that makes you pull into the driveway but sit and wait until it's finished (Billy Bragg New England is this weeks) cooking a turkey with a little poppy bobber thing that works and pops at the total right time, drinking beer with friends, drinking wine with friends, drinking enough that you can talk fast and quick and witty but not too much that you can't drive home, finding $20 in the dryer, green tea that isn't too sugary, Annie in the rain, the puppies run run running, meeting a new guy, liking new guy, and that weird 2-3 month phase where everything is right and laying together saturday morning talking about the US foreign policy feels so right, so right, and believing for a few days, few weeks, that you could be with this guy for a while, discovering a new author and the books that go along with it, discovering new books by an old author, a new haircut, clean socks, sheets that smell like my grandma washed them, my mom's rhubarb pie, being alone, knowing you're being alone, being happy you know you're alone and you're alone, doing what you want, not having to answer to someone, not worrying, a new pen, watching a double play, writing something that even before you click save you know is good.
ANYWAY
The Roomba. I expressed interest in the Roomba months ago. It has finally arrived, courtesy of a friend who is able to get these kinds of things. you push a button, it motors aroung the house sucking up everything and anything. in particular, it's been suckin up the dog hair, so much of which i can't believe either of them don't look like moby. It motors around, making this weird, way louder sound than you'd think, and it's just so cute and loveable...i've named him Frankie. As an aside, it says right on the box that Frankie and family were created to sniff out and destroy landmines, which given my penchant for meeting and keeping very strange men around far longer than should be necessary...is probably a HUGE diplomatic plus.
ANYWAY
Watching the dogs meet Frankie is the funniest thing I've seen in a long time.
It's made a rather drab day, week, month, life? pretty freakin bright. And that is why my sarah's personal campaign for hermitude with the exception of the dogs because apparently they are the only things that can stand/love me...is back.
Get your button of support today. :)
www.irobot.com
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