We visited a neighbor today. Actually, twice. K had a thank you note to deliver, and she invited us in and told us to come back in an hour when the bread would be out of the oven and ready to eat.
Her twentysomething daughter was visiting. The entire time we were there, the daughter was lounging on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her, watching a "Homeland" marathon. Meanwhile, her mother was baking bread and cookies, and would bring her a plate and a drink once in a while.
I was so jealous. Sometimes I wish someone would take care of me for a change. Being a grownup sucks. (Not that I can imagine my own parents tolerating me sitting on the couch watching TV all afternoon, let alone bringing me snacks.)
Sunday, 24 March 2013
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