Okay, I’m not going to lie. This Chronicle is late and somewhat short, because I took a nap. It was good….so damn good so I have no regrets damn it!
Okay, maybe a few, but those mostly have to do with trying to take a nap with two psychotic kittens on the loose, but that’s a lesson learned.
About this week’s Chronicle, it’s a little shorter than normal, but I am going somewhere with this. So, no worries.
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An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“I don’t wanna go,” Zoe mumbled into the couch cushion with a forlorn sigh that she felt didn’t convey just how much she didn’t want to go so she followed it up with a louder, longer drawn out sigh.
“What time are you supposed to be there?” Haley asked from the comfortable leather chair where she was devouring another bowl of brownie batter.
“Now,” she said with a pathetic whimper as she laid, trying to find the motivation to go only to decide that nothing was going to get her off that couch.
“If you don’t renew your driver’s license you’ll be stuck with the kids,” Haley pointed out and just like that, she found her motivation to get up and spend the next four hours at the DMV.
“Fine,” she grumbled as she sat up, “I’ll go.”
“Yet, you’re still sitting there,” Haley pointed out as she-
“Weren’t you just eating brownie batter?” Zoe couldn’t help but ask as she watched her best friend start in on a party size bag of Doritos.
Nodding, Haley said, “I needed to wash down the batter with something crunchy.”
“I see,” Zoe murmured as she took in the insane amount of junk food covering the coffee table and couldn’t help but sigh.
She really missed being able to whatever she wanted without worrying about getting fat. Okay, fatter, she amended as she helped herself to the jar of edible cookie dough.
“I can’t help but notice that you’re still here,” Haley said, trading the bag of chips for a large Ziploc bag of peanut butter M&Ms.
“I didn’t bring anything with me to pass the time,” she said as she glanced back at the large bookshelf, hoping to find something that she hadn’t read already.
“Nothing new,” Haley said with a shrug. “I’m a book funk.”
“Me, too,” she reluctantly admitted as she resigned herself to spending the next four hours stalking people on Facebook.