February 21, 2009
marzipan, burata cheese & a bottomless starbucks latte
that's what I want to give my writing partner, Margie.
To thank her for:
Believing we could do it.
Talking me down from the ledges.
Tolerating my tantrums.
Indulging my deadlines.
Powering through weeks of editing, in bed, while she was waiting for back surgery.
Talking me down from the ledges.
Powering through weeks of editing on the couch, on the landing, after back surgery.
Buying bags of ice for my Diet Coke.
Never letting me give up.
And talking me down from the ledges.
They aren't enough, but…
Alex said:
that cheese looks gross.
margie said:
if by gross you mean delectable…????? Thanks, Kam… Only now I’m hungry and I want coffee!!!!!
kami said:
We’re not taking Alex to Italy!
Alex said:
Ha ha ha!
Does it smell as bad as it looks?
margie said:
if by bad you mean perfect in every way, yes.
if by not taking alex to italy you mean going to italy, yes yes yes.
Alex said:
Yeah, yeah, yeah…
You know you guys are going to take me. You’ll need someone to carry your luggage.
margie said:
we could just not take any luggage…
Alex said:
I can’t eat real cheese. Does that make me exempt?
Alex said:
I can’t eat real cheese. Does that make me exempt?
Reverie Books Reviews said:
MARZIPAN!?!?!?! ahhhhhhh i get it now?!! hahahah