Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Almost Heaven

It's raining.

The girls are asleep.

The windows are open.

There is jazz on the stereo, a glass of wine in my hand.

I close my eyes and feel myself drift in time.

I can almost make out the sax player across the smoke-hazed room.

I begin to lose myself in the seductive rhythm.

The dog just farted. The spell is broken.

6 comments:

Jessica said...

hilarious!

K said...

This whole wind came east (yes, pun intended). I had a similar experience just today. Only in my case it was Matt Dusk on iTunes, boy asleep, feet up, diet pepsi in hand. And then Vegas dropped a bomb on me :(

Why no wine? I'm counting the minutes til 5pm -- 89 left!!!

Melanie K said...

Well, as I always say, i'ts 5pm somewhere, baby! :)

misskrob said...

That was hysterical! Glad you got some time to stop and breath. You're right, it is ALWAYS 5 o'clock somewhere...but even if it wasn't, who cares?

Anonymous said...

You are too funny.

Anonymous said...

I didn't mean to be anonymous. It's me -- Sharon -- already had my glass of wine for the evening. I bathed the dogs so there are no smells to distract me! Next time, give Argus his own room. Love you
-Sharon