10.21.2007 at 8:03 pm
mock turtle soup
this is the playhouse that my daddy built when i was little. it's still there, but my parents no longer live at that house. we moved into town when i was 10, and the playhouse didn't move with us.
but seeing it now....
i sure wish it did.
strange how seeing things like this from your past will make your stomach feel strange.
it had a play range and a real sink. plenty of cabinets. a front porch with a railing and a real front door with glass. it even had that roll-type linoleum flooring (it wasn't pretty, but still, you know?).
it was THA BOMB.
there was a window above the sink, and the sink had a sprayer (no, it wasn't hooked up to the water) and i would sing into the sprayer like it was a microphone. i found a little plastic turtle, and i would make daddy mock-turtle soup.
dang. i gotta end this entry. i'm missing that play house more and more now...
xoxo
tell me i'm beautiful...
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