2008م - 1444هـ
Fearless Fourteen



In my mind, my kitchen is filled with crackers

and cheese, roast chicken leftovers, farm fresh eggs,

and coffee beans ready to grind. The reality is that I

keep my Smith & Wesson in the cookie jar, my

Oreos in the microwave, a jar of peanut butter and

hamster food in the over-the-counter cupboard, and I

have beer and olives in the refrigerator. I used to

have a birthday cake in the freezer for emergencies,

but I ate it.

Truth is, I would dearly love to be a domestic

goddess, but the birthday cake keeps getting eaten. I

mean, you buy it, and you eat it, right? And then

where are you? No birthday cake. Ditto cheese and

crackers and eggs and the roast chicken leftovers

(which were from my mother). The coffee beans are

light-years away. I don't own a grinder. I guess I

could buy two birthday cakes, but I'm afraid I'd eat

both.