Monday, November 11, 2013
The larger Hooligan is making a large batch of chocolate chip cookies. I provided him with a recipe, ingredients, and an apron (which he eschewed). Then I fled the scene. He is playing Led Zepplin at a very high volume. I barely heard one crashing breaking sound and one "Oh Shit!" over the throbbing bass and yowling lyrics. I am sure this is exactly how he feels when I am cooking and playing La Traviotta. I am lurking in the farthest corner of my house and wishing I had a much larger house. Perhaps one with a completely separate guest apartment. One of us could live there.