In which I display something
So Thanksgiving happened, and we still haven’t cleaned up the kitchen fully. My eyes burn from the grief of a dirty kitchen. And so I hide in my in-law’s house and watch cable television, avoiding the dirty grief.
We offered to host Thanksgiving this year because we are young newlyweds, awash in kitchen gadgets and naivete. It was enjoyable, and we had my dad and Annie here to visit too, which was lovely.
But I am tired now, and my job is chaotic and stressful. Our house is cold, I am sure yours is too, but our wood stove doesn’t quite heat up our bedroom. Whiny whining, sorry. What Ever.
At least I have a husband who makes me dinner and builds my whiny ass a fire. The other night he said, “I will get you warm if I have to burn the whole goddamned house down”