2009/07/06

Preference

The soldier has requested the following for her first care package: mattress pad, cheap twin size sheets, dust masks because she prefers to run and not breathe unfiltered air, eye cover so she can sleep in the tent even if the lights are on, and a scalpel for her callouses. She also prefers the same salad day after day over the plates of curly fries and other "circus food" the soldiers are eating. (Perfect name, "circus food." Her husband came up with that.)

The young giant home for the summer is much improved in guitar skills. And I prefer the bass part to this over the bass parts to drone metal. I'm just sayin.

I also prefer this cooler weather to the hot weather that took my last scrap of inner energy and fried it to a crisp and then blew away the ashes. Tomorrow's my birthday. God gave me my present already. He knew I wanted clouds.

5 comments:

Di said...

Happy Birthday - hope it's a special day for you :)

Leonie said...

Happy birthday! I alwasy love reading at your blog, even if I don't get to post much...

Carol Whipps said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEET STEPHANIE!! I'm glad the weather has cooled down too!

Mossback Meadow said...

Happy Birthday Steph. You know I prefer a cool cloudy fjoird myself.

Had a dream about you last night. I went to a writing class with you, put my head down on the desk and fell asleep. Not sure what that means.

Marchi Wierson said...

that song is making me laugh. love to hear about the kids. happy belated birthday of course. my head is bobbing now to the music. haha, giant hugs cousin.