Kevin had to work late tonight which was a bit of a drag but actually worked out well for me. I was able to bake him some, "Gee Honey – Really sorry I forgot our five year anniversary brownies" and surprise him when he got home. I’d like to claim I was all Martha about it but I was really more Betty. Don’t judge people – they still taste Martha. Not that I would know, as I summoned all my inner strength in order to avoid eating any. Except for when I licked the spoon which I sort of did without thinking. Then I thought about it, and kept licking.
After that, I considered tidying but instead listened to some music. We’ve had the Arcade Fire album for a few months now and I must have heard it about a hundred times but I have never read the liner notes. I narrowly avoided a complete meltdown while reading the lyrics to Wake Up. My throat closed up and blinking back of tears ensued. Here is what got me (truth hurts):
If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little god’s causin rain storms
Turnin’ every good thing to rust.
I guess we’ll just have to adjust.