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.
5 comments:
hilarious!
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!!!
Well, as I always say, i'ts 5pm somewhere, baby! :)
You are too funny.
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
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