chicago '08

I may as well buy the glasses and get the beehive now. this is where my face is headed.

I miss these people. I have been thinking about my grandparents lately, especially my grandmothers. there were never 2 more different women. I remind myself of Gram when I put coffee grounds on the bushes, obsess about wasting electricity, and sweep the porch.

I think of Memaw when I powder my face, have a cocktail, and am drawn to tacky yard ornaments, like fake deer. also when I eat okra or black-eyed peas.