after work
I open the door and take off my shoes and put my feet into my slippers and close the door.
My wife sees me come in and opens the fridge and takes out the wine and pours a glass of wine and begins to drink it. This is to deaden the pain.
The dog comes up to me and wags his tail and as I put down my bag he puts his face near mine and audibly belches. In his belch I taste sour lamb broth and I wonder what having a tail would be like.
My daughter runs up with her arms spread wide and yells DADDY THE POOP I AM GOING TO MAKE IS THIS BIG and she farts and screams and runs to the bathroom. PRIVACY she yells, slamming the bathroom door.
My wife walks towards me but her foot slips on a Hot Wheels car and she spills a large amount of wine on the dog’s shoulder. I pull the dog close to me and suck on the shoulder and it tastes like the forest.
My son is standing on the coffee table he shouldn’t be standing on putting the last cardboard brick atop a brick tower. He jumps down and gives me a smile and then kicks the base of the tower, sending bricks everywhere. He screams AUSTRALIA and kicks a cardboard brick that flies and hits the dog in the eye. He is learning about continents.
Insanity, but my insanity, my comfortable insanity, and these slippers feel so good.
