Monday, April 09, 2012


I go in the kitchen in the morning and there is coffee made. She has already been up and had a cup and is out the door on her way to work. I pour myself a cup, and put in a little Splenda, and a little hazelnut creamer and look to see what Angel Eyes has stirred her coffee with this morning and left there next to the coffee ring on the counter.

It could be a spoon (though unlikely), or a butter knife, or maybe a salad fork, it doesn’t matter, because Angel Eyes just reaches in the drawer and whatever she happens to grab is what we will stir our coffee with today.
Today it was a steak knife.
That’s what I like about Angel Eyes.
I thought I was the only person in the world to do such a thing.


red dirt girl said...

you've gotta like a gal who makes her own rules ...!


bulletholes said...

Red! you are back up for air! Good to see you!