Carr's Water Crackers (TM)

I have become obsessed with Carr's Water Crackers (TM). They are all I want to eat. Just plain. In the same way that all I would eat is Caesar Salad, except that I have recently, in my travels come upon some pretty shitty Caesar Salads, which have, in effect, put me "off my tea", so to speak.
The first night home, my mother made a chicken to eclipse all chickens. It was served with REAL mashed potatoes, gravy and mixed vegetables. Everything was profoundly delicious. I was somewhat drunk on the beer that I had gone into town to purchase, and a rum and Coke (TM) -yes, I had also needed to purchase the Coke (TM) as well. It was fortunate that the grocery in town stocked the Mexican Cokes (TM) that I am fond of.
For those of you in the Continental United States who don't know what a Mexican Coke(TM) is, let me enlighten you: it's a Coke(TM) made with real sugar instead of HFC. Apparently they don't make them HERE, in the United States, so we have to import them from Mexico. Lah!
So I have been moldering quietly here in the house, slowly smothering to death from the constant company of my parents. Not that they're bad people. It's just that, I need time to be alone. And it's tricky since they rarely leave the house.
In other news, I have nothing to report on the boy who never will be at this moment because my mind is elsewhere. It's on Thor, you know, the one with the big black truck?
When he left me, he told me how much he liked hugging and kissing me. It felt as if he had a whole stack of loneliness heaped up inside of him that my hugs served to dissipate.
I told him I'd be writing of him, and he requested I turn him into a pizza guy.
"How cheesy!" I said.
"Very punny," he grinned.
"You're a demi-god and you want to deliver pizza?"
"Yeah." He breathed on me and then lifted my chin up so he could kiss me.
"Well, I suppose I could have you arrive WITH a pizza."
"But you don't really like pizza, do you?"
"Most pizza is like cardboard with burnt cheese," I said, "plus, bad carbs and all."
He hugged me and held me close, "You're funny. And you're so cute." His phone chimed. "Dammit."
"I know, the work of a demi-god is never done."
He shook his head. "And I have to do my own IT. You wouldn't believe the people I have to work with.  Or rather the dearth of."
"Can't you hire some people?"
"Not my department, darlin'." He pulled me onto his lap. "I'll be back in an hour. And when I return.."
"When you return," I turned over, straddling him, touching my fingers to his earlobes, licking the gap between his two front teeth and kissed him throughly.
"Yeah. That." He disappeared in a puff of smoke, only to briefly reappear, "Pizza? IF it's good pizza?"
"Okay."

To be continued...

I remain,

Hilda Stinson