Just finished dinner. My first experience with fondu. I lied and said it wasn't. My forks were blue and clear, and I ate little because I was afraid to move. I've heard horror stories of fondu'd men's luggage.
It was fun and almost filling. I have space in my tummy the shape of a slice of pumpkin pie. Thankfully Cee has made one of her famous pies.
When we finished dinner we sat around the table for a moment of silence, then we went around saying what we were thankful for. I didn't say everything I was thankful for because it would say too much about me and take so long.
A said, "I'm thankful for the good things in my life."
I said, 'I'm thankful for all the things I've gotten, and for all the things I've never had."
And I am. A couple days ago I said out loud, "I hate my life, but love the people in my life."
Sometimes I get tired of living for other people, and sometimes you live only for those people.
Anyway, I want pie.
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