Saturday, March 22, 2008

Busy, Busy, Dreadfully Busy...

Today Sir D and Ann went to the big orange place that takes all of our money in the name of home improvement.

They began checking out with lots of lots of ivy to plant in the places where we have been unable to grow grass in the 5 years we have lived here. (we are a stupid persistent people).

Sir D looked down at Ann, our beloved baby, the last born. He lovingly said to her. “You want to help daddy plant Ivy, sweetheart?”

“Well, Daddy, I’m quite busy today. I have a lot of things on my schedule, but I guess I can help you if you really need me.”

Several people who were in line stopped to look at my little Ann, and they snickered.

Where’d my baby go?

These lyrics were going through my head when I Sir D told me this.

I’m busy, busy, dreadfully busy
You’ve no idea what I have to do.
Busy, busy, shockingly busy
Much, much too busy for you.

1 comment:

Tonya said...

Welcome home Trish! So glad you are back, I missed you!