February 2012
I wait here all evening for him.
I clean.
I watch some T.V.
I contemplate making a fabulous ravioli dinner for him.
And when he gets home I’m ignored and he stares at the computer for hours on end.
So I make him a simple sandwich.
I set it on the table with a glass of orange juice.
And I sit on the couch alone.
SO I'M OFFICIALLY MAKING PINTO BEANS WITH MY SLOW COOKER.
What is my life, my hands smell like garlic.
WHY DID I LET MY COFFEE GET COLD???!??!?
