I can smell the fish sticks baking in the oven. My husband is making dinner for our son. He does this every night. I ate a lot of fish sticks when I was a kid. Then Mom married Dave and I ate a lot of steaks and roast beef.
Today we went outside. I'm talking about my son and myself. We usually stay in the house but I'd been pestering him for days with,"Jackson, I don't like to see the balloons die slow deaths. Please let's go outside and set them free so they can fly to the sky." So we took the three helium balloons outside. Jackson spun around with them a few times in the front yard then set them free. They got stuck in tree branches, which is what happened the last time he set balloons free. "Fuck! I hate when that happens!" I cried out.
We had the most fun and spent the most amount of time with the mud puddle at the edge of the driveway. The puddle has been there for months. It never dries up. I shot videos of Jackson throwing rocks in the puddle. Then he decided to throw his empty bubbles bottles and wands in there. I shot several videos of the bottles and wands in the mud puddle. I thought of that guy in "American Beauty" who shot videos of things like plastic bags blowing around. I like quiet stuff like that, stuff that most people don't notice in this video game free porn carousel in the food court in the shopping mall world.
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