Thursday's Slate

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Collette was resuscitated from dreams – rehabilitating a baby giraffe attacked by birds inside a car outside of a hardware store…

The drain was backing up before eight.
With the mild winter, those tree roots must have taken advantage of the situation and split for the pipes, which were of course made of clay.
Windows and doors were opened early.

Good news of the day confirmed Yadi’s re-signing with the Cardinals for five years at fifteen million annually. Optional sixth year.

Luke and Leia – in shocking pink ballet tutu – arrived at 12:53 with a plate of chocolate cupcakes frosted in blue. They spent two and a half hours stuffing the playhouse full of dead winter leaves from the patio and northwest side of the house.
Performance Plumbing arrived at 1:26 for a basement liposuction.
The mail arrived at 2:12, just as the plumber was departing, with the second pair of Duluth pants for OLeif. In dark brown.
And Francis at 3:27 for two hours of mathematics unit test with egg, pork steak, and biscuit sandwich for fun food night.
As the evening approached, Puck fell over in his spaceship box. Clearly unconcerned, he hustled over to Collette and hunched his head down for her to see it.
“Did I get a little crack in my head?” he asked.
“Nope. No cracks.”
“Oh. Well I was brave when I fell over. I don’t want to have to do that again.”

7:52.
Puck emerged from his bed, red-cheeked. He had been doing some serious thinking.
“Mama?”
“Yes, Puck?”
“I don’t think I should marry Anneliese.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I love you too.”
“I love you too, honey. But if you want to get married some day, that’s ok.”
“Yeah. But I love you so much.”