There’s something to be said for the morning. For waking early and accomplishing things. For doing what they do in movies: sitting at an actual kitchen table. Hair still wet from a shower. Morning talk shows. Scrambled eggs. No dishes in the sink. A to-do list before you with the ingredients for your weekend "quick" paella, for more whole bean espresso, for hemorrhoid cream.

Arriving at the market five minutes before it opens. Sitting in the parking lot, watching all the other women sitting in their cars, waiting. Watching. Pushing back their cuticles. I like these quiet mornings of grocery shopping and coffee. With the voices of women on talk shows, remarking on obviously posed nude photos of Miss California Carrie Prejean, hardly between shots–the ocean looks calm, not a hair out of place, wind? Really? The wind blew your vest open? It’s a whole lotta talk about boosies*. And thank goodness. I love me some boosies.

*Housewives of New Jersey, that was for you ladies.

A YEAR AGO: The Heart of Me, Mirror Mirror, Let Me Guess
4 YEARS AGO: Dirty Dave
5 YEARS AGO: Apples and Pears