I WAS going to write about the baby deer we saw wobbling across the neighbor's yard yesterday. The cute Bambi look-a-like deer quivering through the grass on wonky legs, his mother guarding his every step as he attempted to climb the hill as we watched, trying not to scare them off with our stalking.
I WAS going to write about the magic of the lightening bugs flitting here and there across the lawns last night, sparkling like a pretty girl in a sequined dress. Their sequence of lights forming some sort of pattern as they flirted as the sun slowly dipped below the tree line and the stars came out. My eyes straining to catch the next blink before it disappeared and still only catching a glimpse. BUT all I can think about is DAMN Husband and Jack Bauer for keeping me up too late to focus on anything but yawning. Damn DirecTV and it’s stupid ability to save a succession of episodes to watch at your leisure. Because, like a French fry or a cookie fresh out of the oven, I can never just eat one and suddenly I’m a half-dead body stuffed full of nonsense. Damn Husband and his persuasive way of putting on the next episode just as the last one finishes, getting me hooked into the over-stimulating drama of events when I was just getting ready for bed. Before I’m even aware of it, I’m deeply involved and invested in the whispering red headed one and the plot to end the world. And damn Jack Bauer for not ever, EVER just getting the job done and leaving the room. For not ever telling anyone what is going on and thinking he can do it all himself. For not being able to speak above a mutter and a threat. For looking so calm as he tortures someone for answers. For just being so dang angsty and wounded that I can’t help but watch and see if he cracks a smile. Ever. All I can do right now is prop my eyelids open with the fingers of one hand as I hunt and peck type with the other. All because of damn Husband and damn Jack Bauer and the temptation to watch him destroy the world and not go to sleep at a reasonable hour. Damn them.
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AuthorMy name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me Archives
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