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she waits til i'm asleep...
Aug. 22nd, 2001 10:52 pmPopcorn. My wife loves it. And she never makes it when I'm awake. The only clues I have are the burnt oil smell which pervades the kitchen and her three-day headache.
Why does she do things which hurt her? She eats popcorn, which kills her jaw. She pets wild dingoes. The other day, I had to stop her from self-trephining with a cordless drill.
Why is she so reckless? Some would say she's a free spirit, but I say she's a freakin' loony.
I love her, though. She's very zany, but I suppose it keeps me on my toes. And if she IS difficult to talk to, well, that lack of communication will inspire my sorrowful poetry. Her threats to shave off her beautiful tresses let me wallow in tragic mortification. And when she looks at me, grins, and scampers away, I know that soon I'll have yet another story to write, spawned from whatever silly mystery she holds in her empty hands. An insane inspiration, but a beautiful one.
She is my muse. And she always will be if I keep saving her ass.
Why does she do things which hurt her? She eats popcorn, which kills her jaw. She pets wild dingoes. The other day, I had to stop her from self-trephining with a cordless drill.
Why is she so reckless? Some would say she's a free spirit, but I say she's a freakin' loony.
I love her, though. She's very zany, but I suppose it keeps me on my toes. And if she IS difficult to talk to, well, that lack of communication will inspire my sorrowful poetry. Her threats to shave off her beautiful tresses let me wallow in tragic mortification. And when she looks at me, grins, and scampers away, I know that soon I'll have yet another story to write, spawned from whatever silly mystery she holds in her empty hands. An insane inspiration, but a beautiful one.
She is my muse. And she always will be if I keep saving her ass.
