A story about me
I’m addicted to saltines, recently.
Once Zanti and I were getting some shakes at Webers, and some teenage guys asked if we wanted to Chill with them. I misheard him and thought they were asking if we would have children with them.
Once Peth and I were really great friends. Then we weren’t. Then we were again. Then we weren’t. And now we are.
peth and i tried to drive to vermont one time, but the car essploded before we left the parking lot, so we stayed home.
Miss Plum likes fireworks and beanie weenies. I like the way she rolls her eyes heavenward, but everyone must already know that by now.
one day peth and i went for a walk. we walked on the long, straight sidewalk that lined the playing fields and the park. we talked about walking while we walked. i don’t remember where we went, but we walked home too.
Salmon made me a lovely pink and red potholder. She has a splendid nose and takes mysterious pictures.