The Godfather

Sitting around the table with thai and Bellewood apples with caramel sauce, we looked at old photos. We spoke on her imminent birth, a third & final girl. 

I told myself the cheese chips, ice cream and 2 bottles of wine were purchased because I was a good host. Sometimes, you walk through the door and all your intentions become as they were meant-to-be-never's. I poured a glass of wine, put the cheese chips into a bowl with homemade canned sweet corn salsa and inserted The Godfather, vhs, picked up from a shop earlier that day, for sound company, for company. Then, the ice cream, coffee-flavored, 1/2 a pint down. I needed to confess. Texted my gluttony to my women. Spotted: girl wrapped in yarn quilt with ice cream shivers & cheese fingers watching The Godfather for the first time - think I'm getting a sort of confidence back from Pacino & Keaton.

With this cold blanketing the states, I needed to pull winter wear from mother's home. We laid in her bed between books on the creative spirit and Poops, whose black fur has ambered. Mother has signed me up for a chakra cleanse, aware that I've got the devil's juice pulsing. I'm looking forward to the opportunity & will give my assessment post.