S{l}ick Schtick
We’re pulling into the driveway, and I — feeling better enough to be slightly feisty flirtatious — ask him: Do you wanna make out? He turns a very eager-looking face… Read more »
We’re pulling into the driveway, and I — feeling better enough to be slightly feisty flirtatious — ask him: Do you wanna make out? He turns a very eager-looking face… Read more »
So he’s in the kitchen, right? (Now that he’s an old codger a grown-up, he is cooking. It’s a thing.) Today his grown-up cooking consists of Spaghetti With Meat Sauce…. Read more »
(no, it’s not coming out my nose) So my car… We call her Scarlett, right? And Scarlett is a pretty good rescue vehicle when needed. But Scarlett has another name… Read more »
I can hear his guitar over the whine of my hair dryer, and I can tell by the minor chording that he’s playing something blues/grass/y. When I turn the dryer… Read more »