Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Thursday, August 8, 2013
It Wasn't Even Ten AM.
The banana pudding is perfect: creamy, with chunks of banana, and it's that perfect yellowish brown that lets you know you are eating the real freaking deal, man. There's even a little puff of meringue right off the side. Meringue!
I pause the dance I've been doing non-stop since the first spoonful, and look up at Joelle with a blissful expression, saying, "You know you made my day with this, right?"