“Daddy, this is such a wonderful place to live, I’m surprised President Obama doesn’t have a house here! I bet if he did, he could afford to have a basement.” I had to explain that even the President doesn’t get a house with a basement on the beach.
Our waking walking life, it sometimes seems, has but two paths: the ordinary, and the more ordinary. And, while betimes betwixt the morning’s light and noonday sun the mordinary seems the only choice, at sunrise, and again as sunset cedes its hours to the moon, our lives can be… Extraordinary!
If he could have gotten any louder, I’m sure he would have. I’m sure, because MY Boyfriend Is Fabulous. What’s a guy to do? I snapped my fingers and sang along with him. Between me and boyfriend and Freddie, we OWNED that can.
A song for the morning to celebrate the 200th post. w00t w00t!
Everyone should have to attend a Build-a-Bear party at least once, if only to remind those without children why they don’t want them. Hard core cases might consider working there.