It’s Not All Mary Poppins


My sweetie and I jostle in the kitchen. A little coffee slooshes. A drop lands on my sock.

“Good thing my socks are black,” I note.

“Yeah,” he says, ever the optimist. “If that’s the worst liquid you get on you today, you’ll be doing well.”

© 2006, Mary P

September 13, 2006 Posted by | Uncategorized | 9 Comments