"Why is that lucky for me?" I have had enough of the saying things and leaving them hanging. I want to get to it. I don't even know what day it is but I want to know what all this is. What it all means.
"Well frankly I find it best to put all my qualities out there. If we get through all this crap then the information may bode well for me." well there it is huh.
"I also can bench 300, I have run two marathons, am fluent in four languages, am on the board of more charities then I can count. I have a masters from Yale, can ski and sail and I hate mushrooms."
All the while he is reciting his resume of sorts he is moving around casually cleaning up the mess of my failed attempts. I tried to get a word in to tell him to stop but he just kept talking. He seemed comfortable in the tasks. Like it is a coping comfort.
"I have traveled to the UK but never made it to France. I would love to go to Australia someday. I love dogs but am allergic to them. I have only had," he was cut off by the timer. I think he is happy about that because he was on a more personal path in the end there.
I have no idea where to start or what to run with here so I am silent and thinking as he cuts the pizza and puts it and some paper towels in front of us.
I watch as his picks the mushrooms off his pizza and puts them on the paper towel. I know where to start. Picking up the offending fungi I pop one into my mouth.
"Well I love mushrooms and have been to France but never the UK."
A/N: it is a happy writing day. As loud as my kids are the boys are talking up a storm. So It will be one of those wacky here and there all day and nights updates. They are getting to be cute hope it lasts for a bit before the heavy shit comes out again.
