Friday, March 28, 2008

Quick, Send the Commercial Crew Out

The scene right now: We have peaceful solo piano music playing. There's a light sprinkle of rain outside. I am addressing thank you notes in the fading afternoon light whilst I sip a cup of tea. Ben is lying on the floor cuddled under a blanket, quietly coloring in a book. The kitchen is clean and we can smell the minty aroma of the candle burning on the counter.

Dude, my afternoons are NEVER like this. I attribute it all to A., who might be sick and has been passed out on the sofa for the last hour. It's so peaceful when he's passed out.

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