Weekly (or daily) coffee runs.
“We thought there were 4 of us kids. Actually there are 13.”
Stop forgetting to say “thank you.”
I envisioned all those quiet moments we spent together, when our eyes would meet and all of our words would get stuck on our tongues, but this time, we wouldn’t dare look away.
May your holiday season be meow-y and bright!
Walked in on my grandma’s body. She was murdered in her house and I went there to help her prepare for Mother’s Day which was going to be the following day.
Three words: Deep-frying turkey. It’s a good thing we decided to do it in the driveway, instead of in the garage.
“Am I dying, or is this my birthday?”
Kibosh, Kinetic, Kilter.
Yabber, Yaffle, Yean.