I just can't do anything until I know my blanket is OK. I mean, what if he never comes back? Mom says he was dirty and he would be back in a bit. But lots of things mom takes from my room are never seen again. She makes lots of silent decisions which usually involves my stuff. Maybe we'll become a cops and have a stake-out. We'll catch her in the act. First, I think we need a nap.
Well, you wanted to see my hair and the wild that exists. Let's just say it is a hat day so yeah, they are really misbehaving. So rather than show you, I created this artist representation. Understand my problem now? Before you say something about my eyes being green and not blue...stop right there, its the frog hat. It brings out the green in everything.
"I like to paint. Am I any good? I am good at liking to paint. I didn't know that liking something required judgment. We animals just do what we like and move along. We don't ask each other: 'Are you good at eating grass? Are you good at walking along hillsides or climbing trees? Are you good at taking naps?'. Try doing what you like because you like it. It feels nice."
I am not really a clip girl but I have about 10 hairs that don't want to be sheep so I will either force them to behave or cut them out of the herd. I'll report back tomorrow.
Wondering if cupid could make kids fall in love with homework? Just asking. It is worth a shot, right?
Cupid has arrived
He is hiding here and there
Clearing away the darkness
With a bit of love in the air.
Hi neighbor! Just checking out your lawn and flowers and noticed you were in your kitchen eating something which made me wonder what it was and that show you were watching last night, it looked pretty good but there sure were a lot of commercials. Come over? I'd love to but I am sort of busy. Maybe tomorrow! Oh, by the way, I think someone left a package on your doorstep. I think it was from your Aunt Becky. Anyway, happy Friday!
Today I woke-up with the choice to be a grouch or an Ernie. I chose an Ernie. What did you choose?
Mom, make sure you get me in the picture. Am I in it? Now be sure the flowers are looking. The one in the middle blinks a lot so be sure to take a couple photos. OK, how do they look. Did you get a good one? Well, take 7 more just in case. Mom, you need to tell us when to be ready. I was in the middle of talking. Ok, ready now! She blinked again, didn't she?
So, when I wake up tomorrow is the world still going to be divided? Will his story be more truthful than hers? Will he be right and he over there be wrong? What about my story? The one left untold? I hear adults say, "There are 2 sides to every story." How can this be when there are 7.6 billion stories be written everyday? I don't believe there are sides. There is no being on the same page. It is impossible. Maybe instead of trying to prove our truths, we should stick to just living them while respecting the ones we'll never really understand.
