Part 1. A picture of what you wore today.
That seems like a lot of work. Taking a picture of myself, then waiting until I get home to haul out all the cords required to upload a picture from my camera. No thanks. I’ll just tell you. I’m wearing a brown sweater over a light blue tank top, with jeans and brown shoes.
Part 2. A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.
What’s with all the tragedy in the past week? Give it a rest, would you? There’s the stuff I wrote about a couple days ago, plus a shitload of car accidents or car/pedestrian accidents in just this city alone… maybe take a nap now. Okay?
How about a story? A ridiculous one, because I think I need it. Warning: It involves a shower. Please refrain from picturing me naked. Not that you would.
One night sometime in March I was in the shower pondering various things, like ya do, when the bathroom door opened. I had just finished shaving one leg. My husband walked in and said he had a surprise for me.
“Is it kisses?” I asked.
“No, it’s not kisses.”
I opened the curtain and he stood there with a shot glass in one hand and a lime in the other. Tequila.
I paused. “I need salt.” Oh yes I do.
He showed me a hand. “I have it. Also, this is a double. You’ll sleep well tonight.”
Oh, for the love of…
…all right, why not? I took the lime and the glass. Deep breath, lick the salt off the back of his hand, pound the shot, suck the lime. Juicy. He laughed, gave me a kiss, and let me finish my shower.
I did fall asleep a little faster.