we aren’t slobs. we’re casual with our cleanliness
we were talking about our dream kitchen in our dream barn and Jake said no matter the space, really, it had to have room for a commercial toaster, the kind I wasn’t allowed to use
and I squealed and said it’s true it’s true because it’s true, in my first week I set a bagel on fire in the cafeteria.
and then he goes
she came to MS to set the world on fire………….
and instead she sent the cafeteria up in flames
today I was that stupid kitten hanging onto the rope and Jake was the shredder that mercifully put that poster out of its misery.
(what that really means is he’s the person who knows me the best and you just don’t get a life partner better than one who knows you best and gives a shit about not letting you shit on yourself)
I always want a quiet life of making things with you.
we were jonesing for coffee so we went to the only coffee place (Starbucks) nearby that’s open on a Saturday evening and as we’re pulling out there’s an ambulance with its lights flashing coming towards us and we’re both silently watching it and suppressing our inner cynicism like no no way there’s no way and then they turned into the drive-thru
wee-oo wee-oo
sprawled on the floor at Jake’s feet, rewriting, while he plays a video game on the wall. this is what I was training for my whole living room-sprawling life. +10 Cat Points.
also, made pork+apple+onion coconut curry and turmeric rice with a hint of saffron, and mmmmmm. I actually figured out cooking this year. (thanks love <3)