~'Little Britain', an English comedy series. it's not great like 'Absolutely Fabulous' or 'The Young Ones', but there's a skit that is at once tender and funny between the characters Lou and Andy. i pretty much giggle and say 'aaaohw'.
"I always wake up at the crack of ice." -Joe Lewis. kids, i know drinking too much is bad just like i know smoking and sex in a gas station bathroom that doesn't have a lock on the door is bad, but it's the only vice i've got left (except for high heels. shut up.)
hi gang. been a while. i used to be disciplined about my writing when i was younger. that's not true. not disciplined, exactly. if i went a day without writing i felt oogy. now, not so much. with a lot of things that come with age, there are a lot of things that go with age. anyhow, i was thinking about my perfect day(s). because today was definitely less-than. i've got a few perfect day fantasies. i think this one qualifies as a perfect day-in-the-life fantasy. here's what i got:
i've never been to montana. but i think about it. it could be anywhere, i suppose. i fantasize that i live on several acres in a state or country that has red dirt. even though i live on several acres, somehow, dolly parton and sia are my close neighbors. naturally, we all have sun rooms and porches with swings. on an ideal day, dolly knocks on my door about 10.30am and wants to know if i've got any baking soda. of course i do because i bake. she takes it and as she's stepping off the porch, sia is coming through the picket fence with two bottles of champagne in each hand. i say, "come on up, but what are YOU gonna drink?" sia giggles and we're wearing matching pink high-tops. dolly decides that her banana bread can wait and sits on the porch with sia and i and we drink and laugh about boys and how weird feet are. i've got goats and dogs running in and out of the house. their names, collectively, are Tallulah, Louie, George, Hank, Lulu, Darla, Dahlia, Daisy, Sarge, Boogie, Buster and Dude. the weather is warm warm warm. oh! and there's a law&order marathon playing on mute in the front room and we're listening to a mix of salsa and dido (who's moving to our neighborhood, too). i put out a cheese plate, dance salsa with sia (who's plays the part of the man. ahem), and dolly tries on some of my heels even though they're too big for her. the sun falls, i turn on the xmas lights. the gals go home and i take a bath. the next afternoon, dolly and sia come over with fresh banana bread and a movie. and dido.
i've got a dozen perfect days. stay tuned. thanks for staying with me, gang. it's been a rough ride and this life is a strange strange cargo.
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