Stream of Consciousness Whilst I Eat a Brownie

Houdin just brought me a brownie. It's hot. He dropped the fork on the floor when he handed it to me.

Bohemian is playing "Show the Way" on his guitar. He hasn't played for a while. Sounds sweet.

The Baby is playing with spoons and pots from the kitchen.

The brownie is still hot.

Monet is giggling. Something that Houdin says makes him laugh.

Bohemian grouted the tub tonight. We cleaned and buffed, cleaned and buffed, cleaned and buffed.

I hear a lot of clinking forks. But the brownie is still hot.

Today was a quiet day. The radiator blew in the Jeep a few days ago, and Bohemian spent the day trying to fix the water pump, which went out after the radiator was replaced.

Someone's whistling.

We're out of milk.

The birds are quiet.

The dogs aren't.

The neighbor brought the new puppy over, after he made a voyage to their house. This is unlike him. I looked up training techniques to keep him on our property.

The Baby's crying.

The brownie is still hot.

The kids are playing Connect Four. It's not the real Connect Four, but a rip-off sold by Wal*Mart.

We're supposed to take a walk with Jane Goodall on Monday. I hope the van is fixed by then, or we'll have to miss it. That would be a bummer.

The brownie is only warm now.

Bohemian is asking for a glass of water. That's because we're out of milk.

This brownie would be really good with icing. I think I'll have another when I'm done with this, but put icing on it.

I wonder if anyone gave The Baby a brownie. I should go check.

I only have one bite of brownie left, and some crumbs.

The Baby is yelling, "GO!" and Bohemian is yelling, "WHERE?"

Houdin is quoting Bill Cosby.

The brownie is gone.