with the back of my son’s neck. And the way the little dirty blonde curls perfectly sit back there – one next to the other – but then the rest of the hair on his head suffers from a chronic case of “mommy please give me a daily hair cut”. Yum.
with the way my daughter says “pleeeeeease” and then smiles because she knows I’ll say yes even if she’s opened the bathroom door three times during my almost 20 seconds of daily solitude (or so I thought) to ask if she could do an art project with me today.
with the fact I found out the only existing piece of spoken word I had actually had a living sibling. Both vastly differently, I can now say, I didn’t throw out my entire award winning writing from my adolescence because I was moving out on my own. Two pieces still exist. They do! They do! One of which is going to be submitted to the Cringe book.
with the reservation my mother and I have every week for tea at the same table where we have the same passionate conversation as the week prior.
with the thought I had privately had last year about making 2007 my year. Something I didn’t mention to anyone. And then four people I know declared 2007 would be my year.
with the varied programming shown when I press list on my TiVo. I’m not ashamed to have Monk, Psych, House, Take Home Chef, Flip This House, Gilmore Girls, Grey’s Anatomy, Men in Trees, Ugly Betty and The Tonight Show in my line up. Even if most of them are only watched between the hours of 2 and 6 AM.
with my friends who share the same distaste for condiments or love for avocados, the ones who actually try my home remedies (told you it would work!) and listen to the career advice I give them.
Today… I am definitely in love.
And for those of you who still haven’t made plans for tonight here are two “only in New York” (say it as you shake your head like you are confused…) ideas of how to spend your Valentine’s Day night.
White Castle rolls out the red table cloths and requires reservations tonight and the City of New York hands out free condoms (at all Kenneth Cole locations) with the subway signs on them to promote safe sex tonight. Thankfully they went the route of using train numbers and letters because I really didn’t want to know if anyone could see read a condom map all the way from Pelham Bay Park to City Hall.
