I didn’t learn a whole lot about the kitchen when I was growing up. It never quite interested me much. There were always distractions like school and boys and clothes and boys and…well, you catch my drift. Cooking was definitely not high on the interest list. But, Mama always told me that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, though, so I have tried on occasion to make something delicious for my hubby.
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I was house sitting at my aunt’s. She lives in this beautiful old house near the lake, and I had been enjoying the water and the warm spring weather all weekend. Before she left, my aunt told me that if I wanted to, I should feel free to explore the attic, where she stored her old books, and also where the previous owners had left some stuff. I’m such a bibliophile, so that afternoon, when my skin felt a little hot from the sun, I wandered up the stairs….
I gasped as I got there, the floor was full of trunks, suitcases, racks with clothes from long gone eras and stacks and stacks of beautiful but dusty books were scattered all over the floor. In the little afternoon sunlight that entered from the small window, I picked up a book and caressed the cover, almost like I would caress a lover …
The dream always starts the same each time. I am standing on top of the stage of a very old but regal looking theater. I am the only one there and I am practicing a dance of sort while dressed up like a burlesque girl.
You know, it really wasn’t my fault we had to move to a new neighborhood. The women in our last neighborhood were so stuffy! I may be married, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t still look amazing, right? And it wasn’t my fault that their husbands enjoyed looking at me and talking to me. My hubby didn’t much mind when I told him we’d need to move. He said he knew I was a hellraiser from the day he saw me doing body shots in that honky tonk. But he said as punishment, I’d need to put our bed together myself while he’s at work.