I linger in bed this morning.
I love the scent of fresh-laundered sheets, but more? I love the scent of the one who was just here. I move over into Mark’s side of the bed to wrap myself up in the memory of him . . . breathe deeply.
I drift in …Changed air
I am never late.
And for anyone out there who just read that first sentence and thought, “Ooooh . . . Kris is pregnant!”
Consider yourself internet bitch-slapped.
Not fucking even.
I like to be on time.
And I like others to be on time.
For those of you who know me in …Taken up a notch
Maj had a hard day yesterday. I am not going to go into all of the details here, because it was not that funny. Just imagine rage and anger and yelling and bitterness. All aimed at me. For an extended period of time, and at top volume.
Although there were a few funny moments …Grudgy
Maj is all crabby gesturing arms, her tone demanding and impatient, “Where’s my sweater?”
I look up from the lunches I am packing, “What sweater?”
“My white sweater. I had it yesterday, and I put it right here,” she gestures at the stool in the kitchen, “What did you do with it?”
“What did …Muh-THUR