There came an auspicious dream last night. I had been given the care of a new baby, like a new year. Infancy as potent potential.
Why I can't stop: I don't want the responsibility
12.31.2005
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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I think what you need is a puppy. I think maybe you are jealous of Doug & family getting that dachshund.
You love Moxie, but you don't OWN him.
You want a new life, a new miniature something of your very own.
You go, girl! PetsMart is only a cab ride away.
It's o.k. We all KNEW this would happen. And we still love you. Arf!
Doug?
maybe we should start calling her grandma.
psychic?
Dr. Freud might want to meditate on the fact that 24 years ago on that same night I went into labor with my own dear child who came in in with the new year and gave me a new life. I don't think this is about dogs.
Hey could you all just decide on the best date for the wedding weekend first? I am getting lots of inquiries from extended west coast family who want to put in their vacation time at their jobs. I have been helping on my end by telling them they are all invited and luckily we are a gregarious (although garulous) bunch and don't require much square footage for accomodations. Oh yeah - Happy New Year. XOXOX
PS This is posted to this site for obvious reasons. Oh yippee new family coming your way.
I too wish she would decide already, as I have already been turning down renters for the first date and would like to know if she is changing her mind. Also, I need time to pawn the family silver.
Me too. Do you think eBay is the way to go?
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