December 20, 2007

Thinking of You

Dreaming about you is not enough because I can’t smell you in my dreams and I want to be with you all the time and cling to you like a sweater or another layer of skin and compose songs about your beauty and grace and teach you the lyrics and let you tell me about your favorite things and watch you constantly in a way that flatters you and doesn’t make you nervous and I want to make sweaty trembling love to you and cook you up and eat you and make soup from your bones.

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  1. Kathy Hilen-Smith on December 20th, 2007 at 10:03 am

    Thanks honey, I’m thinking of you too. Why can’t you just send flowers like a normal husband?

  2. Sheila Ryan on December 20th, 2007 at 11:04 am

    Which night of the week is Soup Night chez Smith?

  3. Kathy Hilen-Smith on December 21st, 2007 at 7:06 pm

    Color me pink with embarrassment. Turns out this warm post from MGS was intended for Amy, Sheila, and Rick.

    The Hour of Truth really sucks. I don’t even like soup that much.

    Deron, do you feel jilted too? Anyone?

  4. Deron Bauman on December 21st, 2007 at 7:17 pm

    Kathy, when I read your first comment, I bit my tongue, thinking: I know this one’s for me, I know it…. You can imagine how deflated I now am. Consider ourselves in league.

  5. Michael Grant Smith on December 21st, 2007 at 7:57 pm

    It was for the donkey.

    Deal with it.

  6. Kathy Hilen-Smith on December 22nd, 2007 at 7:59 am

    Honestly.

    I was coming to terms with this, even a little excited about the idea of Amy-Sheila-Rick soup. Would it be a consommé or a velouté-rich creamy dish? Something fun with a tiny pasta alphabet?

    Donkey soup. You make me sick.

  7. Michael Grant Smith on December 22nd, 2007 at 8:46 am

    I love you too, Sweetie.

  8. Deron Bauman on December 22nd, 2007 at 3:14 pm

    donkeys brought down the towers.

  9. Sheila Ryan on December 22nd, 2007 at 6:58 pm

    Amy-Sheila-Rick soup. Perhaps a vichyssoise, served as an amuse-bouche in a demitasse cup or a long, tall shot glass? (The simpler, the better; just the bulbous bits of leeks, some old potatoes, water, and salt, with crème fraîche slopped in right at the end.)

    . . . though I do like the idea of a pasta alphabet soup. A non-Indo-European pasta alphabet? A pasta alphabet without the letter E? No, we’ll need that E for the Amy-Sheila-Rick anagrams. A Silky Chimera. Lick Mi Hearsay.

  10. Rick Neece on December 23rd, 2007 at 8:53 pm

    Forgive me, Deron, which towers? I’ve been in NorthEast Arkansas for 24 hours playing, among other things, Turbo Cranium, and I just tapped into this tete-a-tete. (Forgive my ineptitude with frenchy characters.)

    I’m full of carbs and protein. What can I say?

    My vote: the Silky Chimera.


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