Bigfoot not relish moment everything happen same time. 3PM friend call, new homeless child arrive shelter—child need birthday cake, running late. Hustling Bubs and extra children Bigfoot house, race get there before Jack, dog jumping all over, husband call–bike tire crooked, stuck at bicycle repair shop, roof man name Andre about to arrive repair ice dam. Also Bubs low, 58, but not feel low. Treat low. Same time, Bigfoot writing/spokesmodel job call–Bigfoot also graphic designer? Think guess could be, say yes. Same time Rhode Island Department Health call: Jack required get Z-pack, exposed whooping cough. Also Bigfoot desperate need urinate. Beg spouse not call anymore, too much happen, even though love dulcet sound new ringtone.
How so many things cram in for happen one moment? Bigfoot barely capable uncap test strip canister, lotion make hand too slippery. Winter make hand so dry, fingertips cracking, touch anything hurt. Bubs so low but feel fine, run around house friend, dog, friend’s twin sister. All day Bubs low, school nurse treat three. This because new Lantus dose? Twin sister all calm, aqua blue eyes, perfect red manicure, tiny gold ball earrings like girl from 1980. Boys run all over, dog wagging for meatball, Jack arrive home, want firm commitment for buy new sneakers/watch American idol/Bigfoot remember Major Grey chutney for samosa?
Also not relish Bubs’s keen interest this film: Flight of the Frenchies. Link to trailer—film entirety on screen Providence Children’s Film Festival, happen in February. Bubs and Bigfoot spouse agree, “Yeah, I’d do that!” This case “that” = jump off cliff, somersault in air, just keep falling. Not sure how end.
Know how day end: huddle under blanket, watch American Idol with Jack. Bubs in bed, 271.