The bar owner walks in with a butty cigarette hanging out of his mouth while he carries in the two cherry pies he made for the fundraiser. I miss people. And I love them. Like when the funny actor plays a serious role, or when the tough guy cries. Every one is that, somewhere if you look. I could watch strangers and learn all I need to know. Having a good time because a good time is to be had. That is good stuff. That is real life.
Right this moment my heart is warmed by how incredibly close my children are but I'm also a bit skeeved. Currently both bathrooms are occupied- Noah in the downstairs and Carter upstairs. Ivy is camped out in front of Noah's door, carrying on a conversation with him as well as keeping me informed of his every move "he just flushed" "he's washing his hands now" and Grayson is waiting for Carter, telling him every move he just made on Super Mario Bros.
We have strange names for our cheeses around here.
Kraft Singles are "Dog Cheese" (growing up we used to hide our dogs' pills in it, or just give it as a treat. It will forever be dog cheese to me) and "White Dad Cheese" is what Ivy calls Swiss cheese. Because Jeff eats a slice with his apples every morning, and it's white duh.
* nacho cheese!
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