With the help of Mr. Softie
Honestly don’t know why anyone reads this here blog as it’s so…boring.
To wit, I’ve recently been entertained that all 12 eggs in a single carton of eggs has given me double yolks every single time.
And these were just normal/typical eggs from Trader Joe’s.
This is what counts as high excitement in the Lo household these days.
Him: What’s the equinox?
Me: It’s when the sun crosses the equator and day, and night are pretty much exactly equal in length. For our purposes, though, it’s the end of summer and winter and the start of fall and spring.
The kid’s been getting used to his new school and afterschool life.
I did, however promise him ice cream from the ice cream truck.
I also got one for the Firecracker just so she didn’t feel left out…and so she knew what a proper ice cream truck was/is.
Plus, ice cream trucks have been struggling lately so I figure it’s good to support them while we can.
In NYC, Mr. Softie has always been a mainstay – it’d be a shame if they didn’t make it.
The Firecracker was happy to get her own cone, which was a basic soft-serve vanilla.
That’s one thing we both share in common – a love of the simple things in life like ice cream from an ice cream truck and drinking wine on a city stoop.
Me: I’m really looking forward to that Chinese food.
Firecracker: I’m really looking forward to this – sitting on a city stoop drinking wine with my favourite person.
Me: Screw you, I’m here.
Her: Well, two outta three ain’t bad.
Well, that and finding a carton fulla double-yolk eggs…
Me: Is it lame to write about eggs?
Her: Hmm, well, you could reference rebirth and new beginnings?
Me: Nah, I’m just gonna write about double yolk eggs and see how that goes.
Her: Well, I think it’s cool.
Me: And that’s why we’re together.
Location: the kid’s gym, watching him try to do a double-leg. It’s a process…
Mood: ueber productive
Music: It feels like letting go. Oh, it smells like summer (Spotify)
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