I Miss It

I miss the way things used to be.


I miss the yard bein' all pretty and stuff, but I just don't give a shit if there's weeds overwhelmin' my flower beds. I ain't got time for that shit.

I miss having a spotless house, but I just ain't got the time for that shit either.

I miss havin' the time for that shit.


I miss my feet in your lap.


I miss only goin' grocery shoppin' twice a month and you always bein' there to help unload the car.


I miss havin' nothin' to do on the weekends.


I miss calzone and Sopranos night.


I miss talkin' about stuff that has nothin' to do with motorcycles or how much work sucks.





I miss just gettin' in the car and goin'....nowhere in particular.


I miss sittin' on the front porch talkin'.


I miss sittin' down with the kids and doin' holiday crafts....like makin' angels and turkeys with their hands.


I miss decoratin' the house for Halloween sooner than a week before Halloween.


I miss bein' able to complain about bein' bored.


I miss listenin' to awesome music and paintin' shit on the walls.


I miss openin' up the windows and lettin' the fall breeze in the house.


I miss you cookin' good food for me all the time (you know food ain't just the way to a man's heart).


I miss always bein' one step ahead.


I miss havin' help with cleanin' the house.


I miss my normal.