free association with Robyn

I am writing

1. because it is 10:40 p.m. and I just remembered I made a resolution to write every day and I hadn't written yet, and
2. I have been laying in bed for quite a while kissing on the Pastor and talking sweet to him but he is not paying attention to me because he is thinking about squirrels.

I wish I didn't feel like such a hag of a step mommy all the time. But I also wish that people wouldn't start every single sentence with "uh" and I wish people would wipe when they use the toilet.

We had people over for dinner last night. They weren't coming over til 5:30 and I was making meatloaf and mashed potatoes. I've made meatloaf and mashed potatoes a time or two in my life, so I had a pretty good idea of the preparation time involved.

I was getting my hair done in the afternoon (by the way, I have a swooping side bang now) and the Pastor calls me to inquire why the meatloaf is not cooked. Well, because it's only 2 in the afternoon and it's not dinnertime yet!

Then later the Pastor comes home when I am cooking and starts asking things like is that going to be done in time? Finally after several such inquiries about various things in the kitchen I explained to him that he was in MY office. My domain. I don't go into his office and say things like are you really going to lecture about that? Are you really going to talk about Martin Buber AGAIN? I don't give him sermon advice. Well, I did last Sunday and I stand by my opinion that the sermon I planned was much better than his, even if his featured Evil Knievel. But that's a whole other story.

Oh, I see how it works. Now that I am no longer paying attention to the Pastor and I am writing he is wanting to distract me.