A Hole in One

I looked down my leg and noticed that my brand new pair of stockings had a run in them. Note to self: get a damn manicure and I might as well add a pedicure so my big old mama toe doesn’t go through the reinforced toe because I am distracted with all the questions that might be thrown at me this morning. My dog is begging for attention and in my haste she gets my fish oil pill while I am try to ingest a rawhide snack without choking to death. As my dog flashes a smile at my stupidity, I realize that it’s Charles Osgood going through the stories being featured on CBS Sunday Morning. I beckon my dog back to bed and we pick the hottest shade of scarlet nail polish for me to wear to my job interview…tomorrow.

A tear in the sheets

I watched a few strands of hair dance across his eyelids. Just as desire and tenderness were burning a hole in my being, I noticed his hand was cradling my thigh. The hardest part was not me leaving while he slept; it was telling the other one that I would not be returning…ever again. I am not having an affair and anything you will say to me will be lost on me. I am reentering my life and I do believe I finally had a soft landing.