bring it on

On Wednesday night, four of us sat having beers on the deserted patio at Beyond the Edge while we discussed our utility bills.

“Ten years ago would you have believed that we’d be sitting here now and comparing water costs?”

“Well, now we’re mature.” Megan thought for a second, then laughed, “Ok, we’re not mature.  We just own things.”

Yes.  We do indeed own things.  We own a hot water heater that hasn’t worked in a week.  We own an air conditioner that went kaput as soon as we needed it.  We own water leaks and chipping paint and a refrigerator that’s circling the drain.

Still, I’m proud that all that crap is mine.  We’ve got a houseguest coming next week.  I’ve known her since she was born, and she’s open to doing whatever I plan while she’s here.  I love showing off my city.  LOVE it.  And I’m going to scrub and prettify our house so I can show that off too, leaks and all.  Then next weekend, it’s honky tonkin and Natchez Tracing and eating everything in my mom’s kitchen so we can spend our money on beer.  It’s going to be fantabulous.