dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the long hot summer I was not made for this weather. I feel damp and limp and my hair is all frizzy. My car has no a/c and the driving is like some evil torture. It's like swimming around in a vat of hot and stinky soup. I hate the sun and the sun hates me. I want my gray skies back! Last night we rescued the Pasta Queen, brought her to the nearest porch, shoved a citrusy vodka drink in her hand, and surrounded her with ladies. I would do anything to make sure she keeps smiling. All the Porch Pirates were there, but one. Girlmom was missing and it's just not the same (Texas schmexas...come back home!). The kidlets played in the inflatable pool on the back porch and then went upstairs and played board games and built robots while the grown ups were downstairs being obnoxious and drinking mojitos and vanilla rum-n-cokes and eating tropical popsicles. The only way to tolerate a miserably steamy summer night is to surround yourself with the people you love and get a little looped. We came home to the oppressive sauna that is our apartment and I let the kid pass out on the couch with the fan three inches from her face. It took forever fo me to fall asleep with the sweatiness and all. I was woke up today with the kid singing a chipper little "Good morning, mom!" I opened my eyes and she was standing there with a plate of scrambled eggs with cheese, triangles of toast and a wine glass full of soy milk. Breakfast in bed! For me! This single mom thing can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but there are moments like those that just bust open your heart. I'm so lucky to have the kid. I'm so excited to see what kind of woman she will be. Unless something really freaky happens I think she'll be a damn cool one. 11:52 a.m. - June 07, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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