Today I'm making gingerbread cookies as Christmas presents for people (I never said I wasn't cheap) and Nate is watching football on the tiny tv that my neighbor dumped on me when she moved out last month. I say dumped to maintain my righteous stance that I don't believe in having a tv, although I really did want it. I like to be a hypocrite and then expose my own hypocrisy, therefore making light of it and undermining its wrongness.
Anyway, as I pulled a cookie sheet covered with perfect little brown men out of the tiny oven and glanced into the living room, I saw the next fifty years of my life go by. I'm already someone's nice little grandma baking cookies after church.
I just thought I'd share.




The End.