Someone who knows my deepest, darkest desires gave me the most splendid present ever: a book. But not just ANY book, it is titled Curious Lists: A Creative Journal for List-Lovers. And boy, am I ever a List-Lover.
I will share with you, internet, some of my favorite (completed by me) lists from this book.
Haikus About Duct Tape
A roll of silver
Poised to fix any hole at all:
a shiny soul patch
The MacGuyver of
my toolbox, anchoring the
bottom with your weight
The shy-er cousin
of red electrical tape
your girth is useful
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Monday, June 28, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
I am beguiled...
When you put your friend on speaker phone so that I can giggle at both sides of the conversation.
When you bring me pork-roll sandwiches and coffee in bed. Twice.
When you tell me that you really love our baby, even if she is "a Chinese."
When you sign your text messages, "Love Dad."
When you laugh for me, but only when no one else is around.
When you let me squeeze your furry body when I wake up from a bad dream in the middle of the night.
When you let me lick the beaters when you make frosting, even though I am over 30. And sometimes the spatula too.
When you greet me with "Hey Skinny!"
When you go splitsies with me because I couldn't decide between the chicken sandwich or hamburger.
When you let me tease you about your briefcase and transitions lenses.
When you insist that I take your wife's new car for a test drive.
When you buy me a shirt for Christmas and it is my favorite thing to wear.
When you let my baby yank on your ears, and are not offended when I laugh.
When you indulge in my fondness for combining words and let me refer to your chest as your "hairea."
When you bring me pork-roll sandwiches and coffee in bed. Twice.
When you tell me that you really love our baby, even if she is "a Chinese."
When you sign your text messages, "Love Dad."
When you laugh for me, but only when no one else is around.
When you let me squeeze your furry body when I wake up from a bad dream in the middle of the night.
When you let me lick the beaters when you make frosting, even though I am over 30. And sometimes the spatula too.
When you greet me with "Hey Skinny!"
When you go splitsies with me because I couldn't decide between the chicken sandwich or hamburger.
When you let me tease you about your briefcase and transitions lenses.
When you insist that I take your wife's new car for a test drive.
When you buy me a shirt for Christmas and it is my favorite thing to wear.
When you let my baby yank on your ears, and are not offended when I laugh.
When you indulge in my fondness for combining words and let me refer to your chest as your "hairea."
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