a date with dumplin

I’m going on a date with dumplin today. Her parents let me borrow her every now and again. Last week we went shopping for sombreros and came home with “The Complete Essays of Mark Twain” and a stuffed Poo Bear. So, yeah. That’s my Friday night.

I’m spending the rest of the weekend writing. And painting a chair. And eating eggs. But mostly writing. Because I just picked up a short story collection from Martin Amis and Martin Amis always makes me feel guilty for not doing the thing I most love to do.