Wednesday, April 1, 2009

A Terrible Job

Politician9: (to his sisters) Turn up the music so I can hear it.

SonicBoom6: It's girls music. It's about LOVE you won't like it.

Politician9: Momma likes love, turn it up for her.

Me: (being contrary) I don't like love.

Politican9: Yes you do.

Me: Nope. Can't stand it.

Politician9: Then why did you marry daddy?

Me: To make his life as miserable as possible.

Politician9: Then you are doing a terrible job. I think he really, really likes you.

A Random Haiku for Spring

Soaking in the tub,
I gaze out of the window.
Dogwood blooms abound.