Our Home

I

remember having lunch out on the porch when it was summertime and so hot

you

could barely breathe in the stuffy rooms of our childhood home.

Mother would be waiting at home to make lunch, remember? 

Sometimes she even managed to greet us with a smile, posing prettily by the marble fireplace in the basement.

I think I hated school even then:  a holding pen for the maladjusted and the unlearnables.

At least our school was.

Mr. Marston used to throw his baton at our heads when he was angry, remember that??

What an asshole.  

I learned a lot from him.

I was always so sure that it would be ME 

that got out, I would be the one who made it far and 

wide and only looked back

with a crooked grin,

what a sick joke to be the one left to 

tend this pitiful hearth.

Yes I used to stand by my chair for hours!

Uncle Rog never let us sit before him.

I made the best whiskey and soda, he said!

I liked sitting on his lap by the fire.

I wonder if Aunt M. ever sat on Uncle Rog?  Everyone said she loved herself best.

She "never had a chance", I never knew what that meant.

In life? In love?

      

And the legends surrounding that bear skin rug! Outrageous weren't they?

I had  to give that thing a wide berth when I went nightly to the wood shed, let me tell you!

Did you ever look into it's eyes?

Some days Auntie M. never left the davenport at all.
 Just sat and stared.  In her prettiest dresses.
 Listening

to the sound of the ivy attaching itself to the chimney.













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monsters

I don't know about my honey.
Sometimes he's just mean.

I used to think he was really cute, but that whole "thing" he has is  getting a little old.

The thrill just isn't there anymore, you know, let's be honest.

I mean, I've  had his babies.

 The twins, you know!

Everyone knows what happened to them-

This is a picture of a  replica of the REAL twins, cost 69.95.

I sleep with it every night.

They're cold.

And my honey's brothers!  Dicks, all of em!

Hanging around like they're something special.

Eldridge borrowed 2.50 from me last week, never paid it back.

What do you think??

His ancestors were something else.  Very glamourous and "up to date".

You wanna see another picture of my honey?

Oops!

 I hope my honey doesn't know I still carry "his" picture in my wallet.  

Jason's definitely the "one that got away"

Here's my honey again:

Maybe we can work it out, I don't know.

He is pretty special to me.