After Kaleigh had left for Gatineau, I put on some Fleetwood Mac and did the dishes.
I don't mind doing the dishes, but today I was in no mood to scrub crusty plates. But seeing as I didn't have any forks, or little plates, it was time.
So as I felt my hands being sucked clean of what little moisture they have, I sang along with Stevie and Lindsey as loud as I damn well pleased.
I didn't even care when I accidentally slopped water all over the floor, soaking the bottoms of my freshly laundered jeans.
March 12, 2004
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