Tuesday, August 10, 2004
I am softly giggling like a maniac. And his wheezing disturbs the hairs of his mustache, which then proceeds to brush against his top lip. This is when you can hear that chuckle (which has been lumped in his throat for so long) burst out of his throat with the tiniest movement of his jaw. Oh, he's beautiful. He really is. And even though I worry about his balance, which shakily shifts from side to side, he's better at hopscotch than most people.
(What is with my fascination with hopscotch these days? I would run to the old public school to hop and scotch but it is being torn down. Oh poo. The other night my mother and I made a late night drive, and I wobbly ran to a pile of bricks. I retrieved a brick, and we sped off into the night. A couple of bandits. It is now my door stopper. But a door stopper that's close to my heart.)
I feel all jiggly inside. I consumed chocolatey squares bursting with coconut and oatmeal flakes. They are aboslutely delicious. Quick and easy to make. I like no-bake desserts.
wobble. wobble. wobble.
(What is with my fascination with hopscotch these days? I would run to the old public school to hop and scotch but it is being torn down. Oh poo. The other night my mother and I made a late night drive, and I wobbly ran to a pile of bricks. I retrieved a brick, and we sped off into the night. A couple of bandits. It is now my door stopper. But a door stopper that's close to my heart.)
I feel all jiggly inside. I consumed chocolatey squares bursting with coconut and oatmeal flakes. They are aboslutely delicious. Quick and easy to make. I like no-bake desserts.
wobble. wobble. wobble.
