Friday, February 02, 2007
I Love My BabyDaddy
I love child support, of any kind. I love a check wrapped (see pic) in my BabyDaddy's art & heart. I love to fart. I love the almost full moon this morning down on the west side. I love leftovers ( especially spaghetti). I love red wine. I love comments of any kind. I love my family but they bug ( it happens most in winter) I love my mom but she really bugs (again seasonal). I love footsie pajamas and babies that run in them & laugh. I love Happy when she's grouchy as hell. I love G. when he's telling a band geek story about finishing Haydn's 1st movement of que sabe que. I love Pop-pops when he wakes up in the middle of the night and gets up on his knees, bows his head and says, "hi!" (I think he dreams in Japanese, yes?) I love my Zoe girl puppy when she looks at me adoringly for just putting my hand on top of her head without even petting her. I love power tools. I love singing (w/G. in the car waiting for the late zero period band teacher who he loves) "I love you whenever, we're together. I love you when we're apart." I love the White Album. I love Billie Holiday. I love coffee. I love writing this post. The End (for now because i have a feeling i will add on) Oh, see, Already: I love the obscure. How about you?