Door knobs

So, it is much easier to dismantle the door knob on the bathroom door than it is to put it back together. I'm sure the baby could do it, but I'm sort of annoyed with him, and he's on restriction from the screwdriver.

I have a feeling three is going to be a long year.

Announcement

I have lured a new victim, ahem, friend over to the blog roll. Go over and say hi if you have time.

For National Poetry Month

You Don’t Know What Love Is

but you know how to raise it in me
like a dead girl winched up from a river. How to
wash off the sludge, the stench of our past.
How to start clean. This love even sits up
and blinks; amazed, she takes a few shaky steps.
Any day now she’ll try to eat solid food. She’ll want
to get into a fast car, one low to the ground, and drive
to some cinderblock shithole in the desertwhere she can drink and get sick and then dance in nothing but her underwear. You know
where she’s headed, you know she’ll wake up
with an ache she can’t locate and no moneyand a terrible thirst. So to hell
with your warm hands sliding inside my shirt
and your tongue down my throat
like an oxygen tube. Cover me
in black plastic. Let the mourners through.

Kim Addonizio

At Least the Ads will Stop

Hello from Pennsylvania on primary day.

I have never been so conflicted about which name to touch (god, remember when we got to pull levers?) in all my thirteen years of voting.

And since it was an in service day here, I brought the kidlets along for a civics field trip. You think I would have learned by now.

As I'm staring at the ballot, Boy Star pipes up with "Gosh, mom, what's taking you so long" and BabyStar decides it would be appropriate to speed mommy up by attempting to hockey attack the machine. Apparently, a hockey attack is BabyStar's go to move when they play Pokemon.

Did you ever have to make up your mind?

So, I finally did, and as we're leaving, walking across a parking lot filled with yummy volunteer firemen, BoyStar blurts out, loudly, "So who'd you vote for to be the president?"

Um, yes, that was a lovely trip home explaining the necessities of secret ballots. And what the firemen thought was so funny.