I care about it more than
I probably should.
I dislike about warm days
shaving my damn legs
in a conspicuous place –
like my knee – I miss
I have to shave every day
and my razor sucks
We were watching television when we saw a preview for an upcoming television show during which a character said, “What a pain in the-” but was cut off before he could finish the sentence.
“He was going to say ass,” Julia told me. “What a pain in the ass.”
“Yeah? How do you know?”
“Well, you say What a pain in the ass.”
“That’s true,” I admitted. Then I launched into my usual response where I caution her not to repeat a phrase like that at preschool or playgroup or to Daddy or Grandma or Grandpa, or anywhere she may risk offending someone.
“But I can say it to you.”
“I don’t mind, obviously, since I’ve said it. It doesn’t offend me.”
“Well, um, it kind of offends me.”
“What? When I say it?”
“Really? Really? Well, really? Okay. I’ll stop saying that around you. I’m really sorry I offended you, Jules.”
“That’s alright, Mom. You’ll do better.”
I was the proudest two inch tall woman, ever.
want to do everything but
what I need to do?
picnic lunch, playground, a walk
my girls, Dave, and me