Suzi and I eat most of our meals at our kitchen countertop.
There’s one chair at the end, and another on the side. For breakfast, lunch, me hanging out while she cooks, she sits at the end and I’m on the side.
Except dinner. We could literally be sitting at our normal spaces as she makes dinner, and we’ll switch when dinner is done.
Neither of us has any idea why.
“At the end of the day, I am not everyone’s cup of tea. I’m not even tea. I’m coffee, which is basically rocket fuel–and never decaf, because that’s essentially burnt despair.”
— This post from Ali Trotta at alwayscoffee is a worthy read, but this line … decaf as “burnt despair” … so good.
“Red lights are just an opportunity to watch birds landing on power lines.”
— Speaking of great lines, get a load of this one from On The Fly.
— I get that a lot of Facebook birthday wishes are mostly because people get reminders of their friends’ birthdays, and like everything else on Facebook, the day I was born is probably being used by someone I wouldn’t want using it to do something I wouldn’t like them doing.
But I still like it when I get them.
— May you have the passion in life for anything the way my blog buddy Renata has for curly fries, even if she’s giving steak fries short shrift.
I tease her, but she’s a fave of mine, and we’ve chatted about collaborating if we can find something to work together on.
— Because Sasha had been in the habit of waking Suzi up in the wee small hours of the morning because she wanted to be fed, I started feeding her at 10 every night.
We’ve done it this way for months, and it has worked, but recently she has started giving me the stink-eye at about 9.
I think she’s also still sore at me for vetoing her getting her own chair at our kitchen counter.