I knew I was back in the land of the living (or is that the dead), when I rolled into Taco Bell in San Luis Obispo and the kid behind the counter asked me if I was ready to think outside the bun. Bun, what bun? Not catching on at first, I gave him a deadpan stare. ‘Are you living más today?’ My senses were on overload. The fluorescent lights, the glaring food board, this kid’s quips hammering away at my…
Chris took that crazy picture of me two months after the last stroke. Some people might be embarrassed have it out there, but I’m not. It marked the first time I was able to put all my weight on my left leg, even though I hit the pavement right after. Plus I love that Frankie is in it, always standing guard. Little things like opening a bottle of water or getting the fitted sheets around the corners of the bed…
Lately I can’t make decisions for shit. What do you want for lunch? I don’t know, what do YOU want for lunch? zzzzzzz Within the last year, the couch started sagging in the middle. I didn’t notice at first but then, when I did, turned a blind eye. This is my couch, my white couch, my baby. It’s the first major piece of furniture I purchased in LA and I LOVE IT. I stared longingly at it for months while…
The other night Chris and I spent two hours test driving vacuums. Two hours. In one store. When it comes to vacuums all I care about is if it sucks everything up and doesn’t make me choke when I empty the canister. Not so for Chris. He needs to know which one’s the lightest and has the best motor. How does that stair attachment work, anyway? As far as I’m concerned as long as all the cat hair’s stuffed into…