jordan: dad, i need new contacts. i can't go to school.
steve: you can still go to school.
lindsey: i'm good at singing like a girl and like a boy.
me: i think you sound more like a girl singing like a boy.
gracie: whine whine whine. let me out. feed me.
(steve in the bedroom. it's not risque, keep reading.)
picks up his cereal bowl on his nightstand to look behind it/under it, puts it back down and begins walking downstairs (towards that room called the kitchen where we usually put those things). without the cereal bowl.
i politely requested that he come back for it.
william empties dishwasher. yessss. thank you william.
william cuts a box-top off the top the honey nut o's.
lindsey: box tops are not important.
i think about whole foods and what i need to get there today. i also think about all the attractive one-piece suits there are. also wish i had more granny smith granola from trader joes. what's pineapple and yogurt without the granola?
i think too that i need to get some frames up on the wall. have been thinking that since they day i got married.
thinking about making this for dinner. only with chicken that was talked to sweetly before the time of its death though (for real).
no pictures for the blaahhhhg.