Some days the best part, besides the lovely people you know, is singing to Carole King. I really wished to spend the day at home (home home home in the little upper midwest village) putting on that life-changing King album then laying on the floor and listening.
Because at one point this not at home home home day I felt I had wasted yet another hour and I was hungry and had no prospects for getting any dinner for the next few hours so I stopped by GoodEarth and got my favorite Peanut Butter Pretzels.
I can't do this.
There never was a dinner because my stomach embroiled with the pretzels. I need to relearn my stomach. I write this here, again only talking about myself and not saying anything that will better the world around me, because maybe this blog will serve as my conscience.
So I take this cup of tea and make a toast: Here's to you my estómago.
29 April 2010
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ReplyDeleteOh Sesame Street. How original!
One of my favorite albums of all times is Carol King's "Tapestry." My dad had it growing up and I would lay there and listen to it and write down all the lyrics so that I could memorize them to sing along. ha.
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