Shath Maxipad

I sometimes look around me and realise that I am exactly where I need to be right now.  I pinch myself every now and again and shit myself all over again.

Things I heart:

– Fred.  He makes me laugh daily in this little big abode of ours.  I have your hat on Fred, right this minute.

– Cameron, in the pink water.  Being a fishy.

– Genetic make up and head movement along with the time out hand signal for tea.

– Shopping with a car cart with no clue how to drive it.

– Blowing coke out my nose inadvertantly

– Glittery ‘im poor give me money signs’ at the moore road robots.

– The ‘U’ couch and its crossbars of love.

– My cupboard and all its glorius space for my shoes

– Fred. Again, this time with his koiling bettle.

– Shath Maxipad, need I say more?

– watching dvds curled up in foetal positions smoking along with the stressful moments.

– you.  How would I get through anything, without you my lovely, irreplaceable you, the one who shares all these things with me without a second thought?

Everyday words fail me.

2 comments

  1. Bridget says:

    “watching dvds curled up in foetal positions smoking along with the stressful moments.”

    Although I would never admit to it to my party people.

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