Yesterday, I used a glue gun for the first time in my life. I was down in Chantel's basement scrap-booking room with Erica and the ever yummy Murgatroyd, who was allowed to stay home from school.
Yes, I am making a scrapbook. I am cutting and pasting and choosing colors and buttons and learning how to stress the paper. It was like being in 4th grade art class, and I loved 4th grade art class. Chantel has more art supplies than any fourth grade teacher and three work spaces. It was a perfect way to spend a January afternoon.
Get this, Greg, Chantel's husband, made us a lunch of grilled salmon, steamed spinach and baked squash. It was practically a spa day.
"This is my first experience with a glue gun," I said to Chantel, holding the gun like it was a Glock 27.
"Where were you in the 80's ?" she asked.
"I was preparing to be a novelist," I said.
"Hoity toity!" Chantel rolled her eyes.
We listened to Billie Holiday.
It was the coolest afternoon.
Thank you, Chantel. Thanks for lunch, Greg. Thanks for introducing me to your friends, Erica. Thanks for the kisses, Murgatroyd.