Days

If days were longer, they'd be weeks.

Broom In The Closet

There's a broom in the closet. It's been there for three years because nobody sweeps the house anymore.

Snot.

Old News

For God's sake, get this battering ram out of the living room. There's no space for it. Every time I walk from the front door to the kitchen I have to step over it, and sooner or later, I'll trip and break my neck. It's old news. You don't even use the thing anymore.

I don't want to see it, I don't want to hear about it, I don't want to know where it went. I want to forget it ever existed. Get it out of the house.

Something I Realized Staring Out The Window This Afternoon

Hummingbirds

Will Never Know

How Cool They Are.