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The dog’s widow
For the last two and a half years I’ve been periodically proposing to the Lad. So far he won’t have me, though there’s many as would, but I persevere, I persevere. That’s what marriage is all about. It’ll be anticlimactic when he gives in finally but that, too, is what marriage is all about I … Continue reading
All this to avoid learning any more Anthro terms
Here I am enjoying our love palace alone again. The Lad and I can’t seem to coordinate our schedules these days, which is odd since he maps his out in writing for all to see. Very odd, when you think about it. I’ve come to the conclusion that one of us is probably having affair, … Continue reading
I get around like a greyhound
Listening to the Lad on KALX. As far as I can see, here are the advantages to having a famous boyfriend: – Luna will let us in for breakfast even if there is a wait. – Invitation to Grammies. – Bitches. – Cameos in Adam Sandler films. – Canapes. – Honorary degree means I don’t … Continue reading
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I’m sitting under eight menacing paper hearts which I hung from our ceiling because I figured it would be a good way to fulfill my Valentine responsibilities. The intended impact was a room fluttering with a kind of lacey, helpless, Victorian love, the whole roof sighing and rustling its skirts. Unfortunately, I could only reach … Continue reading
Three weeks to go
Today I woke to a morning worn thin by repetition. I lay staring at the clock as it clicked steadily towards 6:15 and barely even had the energy to fight with the sleeping Lad for the covers which we both try to roll ourselves in like human burritos. (His superior mass is effective in trapping … Continue reading
Sara plain and banal
“Do you know what I’m thinking right now?” I say. “Nope,” says the Lad. “I’m thinking, ‘This is our first Christmas tree together,’” I say. “Oh,” he says, “yeah. I did know that. I can feel it seeping from your every pore.” Moment of silence while we hang paper stars. “I took the bus to … Continue reading
When you’re right, you’re right, and you’re right.
Last night I watched The Secret of NIMH for the first time in a while. I’d forgotten how much of the Lad’s idiosyncrasies are lifted directly from that film, but I realized it all over again when, towards the end, a concrete block is magically lifted from a mud puddle and hangs in the air, … Continue reading
I don’t want a take-back
Last night, the Lad got us free tickets from KALX to see Minnie Driver perform at the Great American. If you’re wondering whether she can sing, I’ll tell you: it is decidedly so. Are her songs interesting at all? Well, outlook does not look good there. Sure, she’s tall, she likes wearing shorts, but can … Continue reading
The Unbearable Triteness of Being (in a relationship with me)
When we first moved in together, I frequently pretended to be a hedgehog (in order to demonstrate to the Lad what a fun pet a hedgehog could be for us). From there I moved on to being an elephant, a goat, and a yeti. I also sometimes walk up to him soberly like I have … Continue reading