this is what you get served by your twelve year old boy...
after he turns twelve.
he asks, "blackberry or strawberry?" and you answer,
not knowing what it refers to.
then this glass of Go-gurt squeezed right out
of the tube with a berry on top is placed before you.
you also get little pieces of roasted chicken and a roll,
purchased from the Schwan's man.
and you eat together, high on the hog
knowing full well you don't have many years left
for these special occasions.
and you brag, brag a lot in hopes you'll be
i'm feeling kind of literary!
i'm reading a book...which some of you know
is rare for me :)
someone told me to read "Brother to a Dragonfly"
and i actually ordered it and started reading it.
way different from when i bought
a jump rope.
i thought somehow having it in the drawer would
make my thighs stop jiggling?
the book is excellent...i understand it is a sad book...
but so far, no.
*IT IS HOT OUTSIDE
*my house is where unwanted children hang out
*i don't mind
*i cut a watermelon today
*watermelon and tomatoes are two of the only good things
*i just changed my chalkboard sign from Happy Easter to Happy Summer which is an oxymoron
*like Jumbo Shrimp
*tomorrow we are taking the church youth to a waterpark
*i'm wearing a burka