As Good as it Gets
12/18/2010 01:35 a.m.


I don’t know how it happens, that I am the only one here to appreciate my little idiosyncrasies. For instance, the way I leave the last dregs in the bottom of anything I drink – from the last of the beer in the bottle to the last of the milk in the jug… I just cannot put it into my mouth, like there might be something completely unsavory hanging out in that last swallow.

Or how about the way I love to say, “you do?? You do???” to my dog in this particularly funny voice.

Or the way I manage to overflow the sink with hot suds, or the way the box of spaghetti falls out of the cupboard upside down, spilling all the uncooked spaghetti noodles onto the floor like perfect pick-up sticks.

And the joy of it all….

Well, writing it in here is hardly the same thing as having someone here to notice, is it?

Did I mention I love my dog, the way he lays his head on my lap and sighs when I gently scratch his one soft place, right there on the top of his head…the way he can’t bring himself to bite my hand when we play, but just licks it, growling the whole time like he’s the toughest growler in the world? I love how he snuggles into the back of my legs at night when we have the bed all to ourselves, sighing again when he gets all settled in like right there is the sweetest place in the world. I love how it’s nearly unexplainable, the preciousness of his unconditional affection for me and only me.

It’s almost as good as it gets, really.

I am crrently: waiting for the rest of my things to pack themselves
Listening to: Definitely, Maybe