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cimoreneit may have not been clear for all of july that the owners of slate and the house with plumbing shit wrong with it--bev and dave--are also the owners of the two cutest children in the universe: andrew (8) and jonathan (6), adopted from korea. horrible bad little boys who fight and wrestle and lick me and. my god. they're SOCUTE. they make me want children.
they also owned the monty python dvd's, of which we'd kept 4, so today at church dave said, 'where are my dvd's? you stole them.' and teased me extensively, over all my protests that it was my dad's fault.
around five i tore myself from the computer, trusting (unwisely) that my darling would go to bed in my absence, and went over there. returned the dvd's and chatted with bev. eventually migrated over to play slapjack with andrew, the CUTEST boy ever except jonathan. my god, he's so adorable it's scary. he plays havoc with my hormones. he's had me wrapped around his little fingers since they first adopted him and he was, hm, one or less? and i was in sixth grade or something. and i spent years courting him--he was a very clingy baby--being nice but not pushy, and now i'm his favorite babysitter. and it was SO worth it.
jonathan got home and came straight to me for a hug. andrew jumped on my back while bev showed me their photo album from korea; we wrestled a little, then all three of us, and i hugged them goodbye, and left.
next week. i'm leaving thursday. middle of tne night.
it rained today and when i was driving home a flock of birds flew over the road like a veil lifting across the face of the sky.
i love the shape of a candle flame burning in a chalice.
they also owned the monty python dvd's, of which we'd kept 4, so today at church dave said, 'where are my dvd's? you stole them.' and teased me extensively, over all my protests that it was my dad's fault.
(me: i'm just letting you know it's your fault that we don't have dave's dvd's.
dad: no. it's yours.
me: yours, and that's what i told dave.
dad: well, i thought maybe you were forgetting them on purpose to punish them for not paying you enough.
me: ahahaha.
dad: put it this way... it occured to me.)
around five i tore myself from the computer, trusting (unwisely) that my darling would go to bed in my absence, and went over there. returned the dvd's and chatted with bev. eventually migrated over to play slapjack with andrew, the CUTEST boy ever except jonathan. my god, he's so adorable it's scary. he plays havoc with my hormones. he's had me wrapped around his little fingers since they first adopted him and he was, hm, one or less? and i was in sixth grade or something. and i spent years courting him--he was a very clingy baby--being nice but not pushy, and now i'm his favorite babysitter. and it was SO worth it.
jonathan got home and came straight to me for a hug. andrew jumped on my back while bev showed me their photo album from korea; we wrestled a little, then all three of us, and i hugged them goodbye, and left.
next week. i'm leaving thursday. middle of tne night.
it rained today and when i was driving home a flock of birds flew over the road like a veil lifting across the face of the sky.
i love the shape of a candle flame burning in a chalice.
