Because I am magically chaotic, I managed to turn our kitchen into a deplorable mess in less than 36 hours, so I picked up some Thai food on my way home last night. I ordered it hot, because that's how we usually order it, and because the Palinode likes to sweat where he's bald when he eats. The food turned out to be so hot, though, that I found myself sitting on the couch and contemplating sucking on sugar cubes to kill the heat.
"Ho, baby!" I called out. "Is this Thai food ever hot!"
The Palinode, being 257 kilometers (that's 159.7 miles) away, did not answer, and then I felt instantly lonely, and then I felt depressed about my loneliness, so I took my computer to bed in a small fit of faux-lovelorn drama. Of course, not being actually lovelorn and knowing that the Palinode would be home in less than 24 hours made it a very short fit, and as I lay back against my pillow waiting for sleep, I remembered something my mother told me 23 years ago.
I was lying in bed, home sick from school with the flu that day in 1988, when my mother came in to the room to see how I was doing. She looked like she had something serious to say, but as soon as she saw my face, she started laughing.
"What's so funny, Mom?" I asked.
"The way your face looks right now when you're lying down [hahahahaha], you're going to [hahahahaha], you're going to [hahahahaha], you're going to have to have sex in the dark when you grow up," she said.
She was referring to the fact that I have a naturally round face that changes shape a bit when I lie down. Strangely, her comment, although it has followed me for 23 years, has never made me feel awkward about having sex with the lights on, but I do think about it like a knee jerk reflex every time I recline even slightly.
I lie down on a beach towel. You're going to have to have sex in the dark. I kick back in a reclining chair. You're going to have to have sex in the dark. I lie down in the bathtub. You're going to have to have sex in the dark.
The only time I don't think You're going to have to have sex in the dark when I lie down is during sexy times. You'd think I would, but I don't. That's how we know I don't have issues.
And then I turned out the light and didn't have sex in the dark, because the Palinode was 257 kilometers away.
And then I woke up this morning, very excited yet again about the mailman, because I am nothing if not excited about the mailman for some reason, and then I was suddenly not so excited about the mailman, because I remembered that ours hasn't bothered to deliver magazines to us for months, and our postal workers might be going on strike, and all I really want is for my Etsy orders to arrive so I can wear my dorky punctuation earrings and tinted lip balm.
I'm sorry Mr. Mailman if your job is sucking so much that it requires a strike, because I was once a striking worker myself and feel your pain, except that my pain was much worse because my stupid union called a strike during a cold snap and I had to march around for four hours straight every day in -40°C (that's
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