"A good meal, a good talk, a good fuck — what better way to pass the day? "
Today is Spooners Day!
I prefer Spooning Day!
Who doesn’t love a good spooning?
Because spooning leads to forking….could resist.
Stopped at a little place for a quick lunch. I read my book. Had a salad. At the end of the meal the waiter tells me I have no bill. The two gentlemen at the table across the way (who had just left) paid for me. Wow.
I was consumed with the worry that we threw away the $150 duvet I bought last year for the cooler months. I think we may have. Our linen closet had a mold problem and we tossed most of the contents. I think it was in there. Which twists my stomach. But I’m not certain. I could not stop worrying about it while trying to fall asleep. I kept picturing it in a heap of trash, this thing I had carefully selected trying to make our home look nice. One one hand it’s just a duvet, on the other it was one that took me forever to pick and was pricey for me.
Know the kind of kisses that make your heart slam so hard they can feel it against their chest? I had one last night. I was getting dinner ready and was in this generally pissed off head space all of yesterday. He lives with me so he knows my body language pretty well so he could tell it wasn’t him, just me being angry and frustrated with everything. He was watching me from the doorway, as I placed my vegetables out for the photo I always take when he moved in and grabbed my waist. He does this thing sometimes when I’m all scattered where he demands my total attention, my eyes to be on his. It’ll be a hand holding my chin up and whatever low words he says and it works. This was one of those times. Then he kissed me and I forgot all the churn going on.
Chopped salad with chicken, homemade tortilla chips and a creamy cilantro lime yogurt dressing #wencooks
Dinner prep #Wencooks #andchops
TRYING TO LISSEN TO THE SONG!
You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are."
I am no one special. Just a common man with common thoughts. I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but in one respect I’ve succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul and for me that has always been enough. ~ (James Garner