If we were having coffee, I’d say that houses are bigger when they are empty. Furniture is annoying. Unless we’re talking bookcases or my giant bed.
And we’re not talking about my bed. This is a family blog. Apparently.
Anyway. Coffee. My favourite coffee is medium. In strength and temperature. And if I leave it hanging around a few hours, DO NOT MOVE IT. I’m not finished. I’ve just been distracted by my kid or a book.
Or I just might be taking a break to dance in my seat, belt out a song lyric or yell, ‘Fuck! There’s too much furniture in this house.’
But I’m done now. Back to coffee. It’s hazelnut. Or mint. But the mint depends on when I brush my teeth.
If we were having coffee, I’d say I owe you a letter. How about L? Ls are nice.
If we were having coffee, in this house, right now.
You’d see Isla running around. She does that now. My feelings on this are so big and mixed that perhaps we should discuss them over a drink that isn’t coffee.
You’d see I’m surrounded by books. Still and always. There’s also box that once contained a box of pumpkin poptart-type things. Thanks, Emily. I owe you a letter.
Anyway. These poptart-type-things are delicious, and I’ve already hidden them from my aforementioned kid. Because mothers should keep something for themselves. Apparently.
Well. I was thinking more along the lines of a new laptop. But breakfast food will do. For now. Because bacon. Or something.
If we were having coffee I’d say I miss you, and I have read that book, and I still miss you.
If we were having coffee, you’d know that Neil just set off the fire alarm frying that aforementioned bacon.
If we were having coffee, I’d say I wanted to start a games night, and a cards night and a book group.
I’d say we should open that bookshop/coffeeshop/artsy place. Or perhaps hang two shingles in the same place.
If we were having coffee I’d say,’ But enough about me, what about you?’
The link-up for Weekend Coffee Share can be found at: Part-Time Monster.