lunch with my boyz
Wednesday, May 18th, 2011We converse. Sometimes it sounds like this:
J: (holding index finger and thumb an inch apart) When you were two, were you this big?
Me: No! When I was that big, I was still in my mama’s tummy!
J: Oh
[pause]
J: Did you have fun in there?
Mostly we eat. It looks like this:
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. 






