Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Pa, why is Ma curled up in the corner of our little house muttering "so much work, so much work, damn kids, so much work...?"
Work is seriously cutting into my leisure time these days.
I don't know where you all find the time, inclination or energy to:
a) Have a life that includes things like "activities" and "socializing" and "bathing".
b) Wake up before the crack of 9:00.
c) Have time to read literature that doesn't have the word "Interview", "Vanity Fair" or "Dairy Goat" on the cover.
I mean, come on. I so miss the sweet days of this past marginally-employed summer of mine. Remember when I used to have time to write about things like sniffing my kitchen clogs, bloaty gassyness, vaginal itch creams, sadomasochistic boot-lickers, and drunk camping while eating penis cake?
Yeah, I miss those magical Little House on the Prarie-esque moments too.
Maybe tomorrow, my probably-migrating-south-to-more interesting-pastures little songbirds.