I am extremely talented and creative.
In my head.
I'm tellin' ya, It's like a one-man-band in there. The gardening ideas, the freelance articles, the recipes, the lesson plans, the jokes, the decorating choices, the secret to world peace... I can do it all. In my head.
Martha Stewart lives inside of me. She just thinks she's still on house arrest.
My kids are all extremely creative, and they're not shy about experimenting with their gifts. J, the 10 year old, composes music and writes stories. H, the 6 year old, draws practically all day long. And C, the 1 year old, speaks Cat and pretends to pour shots into a hollow block from a bottle of baby lotion. He can even make me a double.
But I think that M, my 5 year old, is going to be the real artsy-fartsy one. The kind who reads her poetry in non-Starbucks coffee shops and gets offended when someone claims to understand it. The kind who would break her mother's heart by dying her golden locks black, and judge her for watching reality tv.
Why do I think this? Because what other kind of child would come to her mother, present a fuzzy caterpillar perched on the arm of a Polly Pocket and declare "It's called Idiots In Love?"
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So, tell me again why I didn't follow through with stopping in to see you on one of my many trips to Bethlehem?
You're too funny.
Ha!
Maybe you're afraid of people with tattoos.
Or window A/C freaks you out.
Or you worry that my unsocialized children might eat you.
Or you're claustrophobic in modest abodes. Especially cluttered ones.
Or you don't go anywhere that doesn't have a Starbucks.
Or you're sane, and would like to keep it that way.
I don't know. Come. I have rum.
You know, I don't remember being up at 5 Am - is your time stamp correct or am I just whacked?
I have no fear of tattoos
window A/C is cool (hahhah)
My children might be worse than yours and they're older - so there's no good excuse
I am RIGHT AT HOME in cluttered, modest abodes - that describes my house, except you could add in dirty as well
I like Starbucks, but I'm not fussy
Sane? I'm n ot so sure
Rum? I love it.
I'll catch you some time soon
See? the time stamp says 8:11 AM for my last comment, and I know for a fact that in my little East Coast world, it's after 11 AM - because I would *never be at work at 8:11 AM, LOL
My time stamp is whacked, and I like it that way.
Really, I'm just too lazy to fix it.
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