happiness isn't one fell swoop

it sparkles with gold flecks that catch the light, and it makes me happy to look at it when I pee #eyetalian

I talked to my mother today and I can't really ever capture the nuances of The Knife in writing. You always had to be there. But. She was on speaker phone with Ears here for dinner. She's deaf as a post, yelling into the phone as if I am deaf. She asked a rather explicit question about Huck 🙄, and Ears died laughing as I was like NO! (shouting cz she's deaf), he's BUSY 🙄. Then she said something like "fine, I'm keeping him" cz he's always SMILING and FUN and IF YOURE NOT GONNA USE HIM, HE CAN BE ANOTHER GRANDSON. (There it is, the juicy butterknifing, there's always a doozy lol.) Now I'm laughing and Ears is like NO! 🤨 No, Ma it's more like 2nd cousin. WHAT? Ears and I both, COUSIN! 🤣🤣

Rereading this, I am noticing the 'always smiling and fun' part. She went on, gap smile etc "happy". If that is true, if he has been that way in recent memory, that's a HER thing. God, if only I could make him feel any better. She's like a human stiff drink.