god grant you one wish

the mailman knocked on our door today as kate and i made lunch, apologizing that he couldn;t see out mailbox. we laughed and smiled and pointed it out to him and received our mail from a man grinning sheepishly.

later, in the basment of big bud's kate and i are looking at signs for businesses. one says business hours, with spaces to fill them in. kate scoffs at the sign and says that her business hours are 'open all night.' the man behind her- slightly older but a groovy ex-hippie kind of older- laughs so hard that he nearly drops his basket while kate turns a peculiar shade of crimson. he thanks us for the laugh as we sheepishly run away.

later, alone in the house, i bake cupcakes while singing tunelessly along to morcheeba, getting ready for the party at peter's hosue tonight.

catch you on the flipside.