Keeley, tossing slivered almonds in a pan just like a pro while she holds a cell phone up to one ear, her iPod plugged into the other: “Look at that. I’m fucking awesome at that.”
Me: “Hm?”
Keeley: “What? Sorry, I’m kinda plugged in at the moment.”
She is, too. And very awesome. She doesn’t have to work tomorrow, which means she has a proper Friday night at the same time I do, for once.
And there’s a nice big wintery weekend ahead, so we have lots of time to catch up on cuddling and writing and singing to the cats.
Life is good.