Psychobiography 201433 Curiosities served |
2007-02-05 6:24 PM Jesus! What smells? Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (2) The schools are closed again tomorrow!
Too darn cold, they say. No. This poem is not one of sorrow. I'll put them outside to play. Just kiddin. I won't. I haven't been out since Friday myself. Haven't showered since ... um ... *looks up to the left, puts hand on chin, scrunches nose, furls brow* ... I honestly can't remember. And it was my anniversary yesterday. I was as dirty as the Statue of Liberty. It's not gross. It's symbolic. I'm plannin on showrin tonight so ya'll git off ma back! And the crazy kid, my boss: Mr. Lloyd, he's into the expression "Oh, God," which I discovered is what I say when I see what he's destroyed of my house. He doesn't want to switch to "gosh." Me neitha. "Jesus" might be reasonable. I'll see what I can do. I posted myself a little ditty in my kitchen and it goes a little something like this: "It's the lying; cheating; stealing; cunning; baffling disease, stupid." I like it. My 12-step friends laughed at it. And I asked Rachel to forgive me. Without her crown on I forget she's a princess. :) And the baby (the little eater that could) is currently equipped with his fourth poop of the day. Four! I know why poop smells. Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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