Teary Eyes and Starry Skies

The view from my bathroom sink boasts a tree that is momentarily stuck between it's prime, beginning, and end. It's the sort that flashes spring just before the winter takes it's leaves.




Alexis and I were watching transformers for the first time this afternoon (great movie by the way) and her eyes teared up at the thought of the 'yellow transformer' dying. She found some flowers that she halved; some for me and some for the yellow transformer. I really love children... there's no more denial in that department (though I can't bring myself to have any of my own.) Have no fear, though! My brother is procreating enough for us all. His sixth wee lass is being born at this very moment whilst I laze about in my warm bed. I'm an old hat at laboring women and runny noses by now.

My hands smell like Scarlet Sangria... a perfect scent to decide whether or not I'm to seduce you. It could be fun, but you could also get clingy. We wouldn't want that. Thought for the midnight hour: Crushes are too pesky. I've decided.

Pivotal Final Note:
If you've never seen a starry sky from a country road/pasture in Texas you are not ready to die just yet. The sky grabbed me by the shirt and wrestled me from my car tonight.. and I loved every minute of it.