Spring is in the air! It’s that glorious time of year when every damn bird on the island decides our house is a great place to raise babies. (Perversely, Gene and I remain unconvinced.) The dudgeons are back, trying to nest in our front porch again in spite of the small gargoyle statue I put there.
“You’re going to need to buy a bigger gargoyle,” Gene said.
“Wow,” I said. “I am married to my high school boyfriend, I get to spend all day reading and writing, and you just told me that I need to buy MORE cheap Hot-Topic-type decorations for our home. If you would just ask me to read your Tarot cards, every fantasy I had as a fourteen year old about being a grown-up would be real.”
