I'm twenty one years old and I listen to Bach while drinking green tea and knitting. I enjoy Bach; his melodies are much sweeter than those of Beethoven or Motzart and I'm twenty one and I understand that. I'm twenty one and I enjoy homemaking. My napkins are homemade; all my furniture matches. I have a flower garden that I love to work in and I cook. This morning I made breakfast for Dave and I. I'm twenty one and breakfast for two included an assortment of homemade crepes, pancakes, orange/pineapple pancake syrup, scrambled eggs, hashbrowns and breakfast puffs. I'm not writing this to brag, honestly, because a lot of people wouldn't be happy with what I do. I'm writing this because I'm twenty one and I know myself. I know what I like and don't like and I love who I am. I'm twenty one and I'm a woman who enjoys green tea and Bach.
4 comments:
What is a breakfast puff?
Because it sounds exciting.
And orange/pineapple syrup sounds like an interesting combination of ew and awesome.
A breakfast puff is a cinnamon/vanilla muffin sprinkled in sugar...they're okay but a little dense.
The last line is like the best in the world. It should end a famous short story someday.
Thank you dear, I kind of thought so too.
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