mawwiage, pt. 2 Jan 19
Girl apartments, at 10:00, are lit by selective lamplight or just candles, serenaded by favorite Baroque cello, and warmed by afghans, tea, and favorite books.
Boy apartments, at 10:00, have just started to come alive with every light on, POD blasting (or whatever adrenaline-crazed music of choice), and warmed by cranked heat so that only a white undershirt and jeans are required.
It makes me smile.
Yup, my name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley. 







