Wednesday, January 13, 2010

why i love roomies.

more than a dissonant chord, 
more than the ding at the end of your ten minute massage at the nail salon,
more than, for heaven sakes, death cab for cutie,

one of the saddest sounds in this world,
is the sound of a mustard jar shattering on the floor of your kitchen.
especially of a new one that has never been used.

more than a puppy,
more than nutella,
and even more than the seed itself,
one of the happiest things in this world,
is finding your roomies
diligently salvaging your mustard,
being careful not to touch the parts that touched the floor,
not to even come close to the broken glass,
and spooning it into a cute little tupperware container.

i love you,
 timmy and chaddington bear. 




kELLO! said...

haha so cute :)

Anonymous said...

Doing something so lovely for my little girl...I love you too, roomies....

Kimbirdy said...

AW!! That's so sweet!

my name is lauren. said...

this is so awesome. you've definitely got some good pals. not many people would scoop up your mustard for you :).

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