Notes on the Counter – Volume 1
Alex and I don’t see each other in the mornings, so I generally make sure he is aware of my presence via a quickly scrawled note left on the counter. I’m sure my notes make him feel loved.
For the record, it turned out to have the consistency of dog food. We went out for pizza.
Last night I dreamed that we defended our house from a T-Rex with a shotgun. Thanks, Joe Biden.
Sometimes I even draw pictures. I’m very talented that way.
This note was intended to remind myself to turn on the crock pot in the morning. Alex added ‘crock’ and ‘roast’ to the note because he didn’t like having a note that said POT on it in the house. He felt it could be misinterpreted to mean we are tokers, but I don’t know who he thought was going to walk into our house at 6 a.m. and read the damn thing. Though I did just post it on my blog, so maybe he had a point.
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