stirring

i was standing at my kitchen counter this morning, stirring soy milk into my chai, when i had a flashback to my childhood in the 70s, mixing tropical punch kool-aid and tang into a frothy mess with my toy blender. i remember naming my magical concoction "tutti frutti."

i clearly thought i was a genius way back then. boy, did i impress those kids in the first grade. i knew stuff.

of course, i was also the kid in the first grade who continually got in trouble for picking my nose.

nobody's perfect.