Sometimes

I make pistols with my pointer fingers

And pretend to shoot laser guns into the air

Sound effects included.

I have one stiff drink

Right in the middle of my day

Because I am an adult and because I can.

I call my dog “booger-face”

As a term of endearment

When he gives me that “don’t bother me” look.

I spin in the middle of my kitchen

On the tile floor

Pretending I am a ballerina until I almost fall.

I smack my head, elbow, hand

On the corner of a wall

That I walk by every damn day of my life.

I am late picking up my child from school

Because I am writing

Instead of paying attention to the time.

~ by April on June 5, 2012.

2 Responses to “Sometimes”

  1. Very fun — damn I wish I could not sympathize. Wait, I am glad I get it!
    🙂

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