Buffalo Gal

There are eight inches of snow on the ground and before 8 a.m. I had already exchanged bad news emails with my boss and tax accountant. Last night I found out our house was the second choice of a family who had been looking in earnest. I have 27 cents in loose change until payday tomorrow... and since I work for a non-profit substantially impacted by the county budget crisis, the phrase "payday" is flexible at best.
In two weeks, Charlie and I will celebrate our 8th wedding anniversary -- 1,000 miles apart.
But they had Pepperidge Farm Cinniamon Swirl bread on sale at the neighborhood 24-hour Walgreens last night and I had butter in the mini-fridge.
Everything in my room smells like cinnamon toast. The room is temporarily warm, safe and spectacular. I'm thinking of dropping another couple slices in the toaster just for effect.
I know it will be over the minute I open the door.
I think I'll have another cup of tea.

Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2005-03-01 8:11 AM Cinnamon raisin toast There are eight inches of snow on the ground and before 8 a.m. I had already exchanged bad news emails with my boss and tax accountant. Last night I found out our house was the second choice of a family who had been looking in earnest. I have 27 cents in loose change until payday tomorrow... and since I work for a non-profit substantially impacted by the county budget crisis, the phrase "payday" is flexible at best. In two weeks, Charlie and I will celebrate our 8th wedding anniversary -- 1,000 miles apart. But they had Pepperidge Farm Cinniamon Swirl bread on sale at the neighborhood 24-hour Walgreens last night and I had butter in the mini-fridge. Everything in my room smells like cinnamon toast. The room is temporarily warm, safe and spectacular. I'm thinking of dropping another couple slices in the toaster just for effect. I know it will be over the minute I open the door. I think I'll have another cup of tea. Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top