Wednesday, March 14, 2007

And I Notice It Turning

Daria is bailing an aromatic mess out of the dishwasher. I can't help because I'll puke. Todd is pouring red wine, as Dara and Todd's wife Bette double team a toddler whose uncharacteristic whining is driving us all to distraction. Daddy's sleeping. The baby's sleeping. Darla is upstairs, sorting out a computer issue. The house is quiet. Tapestry plays softly on the kitchen stereo. About once a day, I try to get out and read the blogosphere, but it's hard for me to follow a story for more than a paragraph or two. My family speaks frankly about lots of things.

Random Sibling: Whatcha doin'?
Tata: Flirting with a handsome man I've never met.
RS: Awesome. Has he noticed your magical powers?
Tata: I give it six weeks before he's humming the theme from Mary Poppins in the shower.


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