Tuesday Poem by anais vionet

It's Tuesday morning. I'd thought, until Leeza corrected me, that Thanksgiving was today.

"Thanksgiving always falls on *Thursday*, dorkus, " Leeza said Sunday, at breakfast (extirpating my hopes) . "Besides, notice we haven't been cooking? " She added.

"Good point." I chuckled disappointedly.

Later, Lisa, Leeza and I had just got back from the pool where we saw John Krasinski and Emily Blunt. Leeza told me that Paramount studios has a condo, somewhere - on the 29th floor - where celebs stay (When you don't know where something is, it's on the mysterious 29th floor) . Peter missed it. He didn't join us because it's a saltwater pool and it stings his warm but delicate, deep brown eyes.

I wondered what Peter was doing - push-ups on the balcony or something probably. Who knew he exercised so much? There's a whole state-of-the-art gym but he likes exercising outdoors. I checked and yeah, there he was, on the balcony in the 46° wind, doing curls or something with elastic bands.

I sipped on some of Karen's (Lisa & Leeza's mom) nummy cinnamon-apple-cider and watched him for a few delicious minutes. Peter really is kind of fire, I decided. Then I popped my head out, "Come shower, Lisa wants to go out, " I announced. He just nodded and began packing up. I ran for my room to shower first (we share a shower) .
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*Webster: Extirpate: "to destroy completely"
*Slang..
dorkus = clueless moron
fire = hot, exciting, greater than normal great*