March 2010
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The fathers of Snow White and Cinderella in an...
Snow White's Father: But I think my wife loves her. I know my wife loves that she cleans everywhere.
Cinderella's Father: Ha. Yeah. My daughter loves to clean, too.
SWF: My wife is a bit high-maintenance. Likes everything just so.
CF: You should meet my wife's girls.
SWF: They get along with your daughter?
CF: I think so. I'm not home much.
SWF: Me neither.
CF: I'm a salesman. What do you do? You're not from these parts, are you?
SWF: No. Where I'm from, I'm The King.
CF: It's good to be The King.
SWF: I heard that.
the look of surprise
on the homeless man’s dirty face
when my wife handed him a fiver
was nothing
compared to when I grabbed it back and ran away down the street
Five
Walking with me down the street, my son outstretched his hand towards mine.
I took it, surprised at this gesture from the typically independent little man. His grip felt stronger than I remembered.
He smiled and wiped the snot running from his nose across the back of my hand.
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“ONCE upon a time, there was a girl named Dinosaur. And then a LION came. Wait,...”
– The two-year-old reading Where The Wild Things Are to herself.
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moltz:
potjie:
Imagining the drinks Moltz and SeoulBrother are probably having right now as I’m home alone with all 3 kids.
I am amazing.
And thirsty.
Just me so far. Drinking a Manny’s and making a “WAKE UP IN THE MORNING FEELING LIKE TONY STARK” desktop.
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There are times, when the smell of spring is distant but discernible through the open car window, and the bass of the song on the radio is pulsing through your legs just so, and the moon is rising yellow oval over the horizon, and your fangs slide out of your jaw into place with that comfortable click, when everything feels just RIGHT.
Run
I run. The paved trail winds close to our house and is used by bikers, runners, and walkers. Today is a nice day so a lot of people are out. Since the trail is narrow it’s best to run without headphones so you can hear bikers signaling to pass on days like this. I hear a dog on a leash growl at a squirrel. I hear a man tell his colleague he appreciates how a certain politician carries...
“I am a genius.”
– @just_alison, out of context.
