Rain, rain go away…
Don’t get me wrong, I love rainy days, but the weather has cooled and so has the pool. I haven’t been in the water in days. And I’m back working on a project that has to be perfect. I don’t like having to worry about every little word. I work better when I just let go.
Worse, I have to write little poems for this book. I suck at poetry. I’ve written a draft of one particular poem, and it’s so bad I have a hard time letting it go so I can continue writing the scene. Sis is in Germany, and she’s the poet in the family. When she gets back I know she’ll whip my sucky poem into shape, but GAH!
Ugh, I’m whining. I recognize the tone. I’m babysitting the 4-year-old and sounding just like her. She wants hot dogs for lunch, but I want her to eat some of the leftovers her mama left. So do I give her the hot dog or send her to her room where she’ll stomp and mutter and call me mean? Actually, the hot dog’s starting to sound good. Maybe I can feed the leftovers to the beagle and tell mom the kid ate them. No one should ever leave me in charge of disciplining a child.
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hey Delilah, did the hot dog go over well (with the little one)? My little one won’t even touch the bun! Would you like us to write a few poems for your consideration? You could just give us the general guidelines/outline for it. It might be fun and spark more ideas for you!
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*chanting* Hot dogs….hot dogs…hot dogs
Yeah I’d go with the hot dogs. Happy kid makes for a happy adult. Well it does for me. 😉
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Allison!
The hot dog made me her BFF–LOL! And getting help from my loopies might be fun for everyone.
Brandy!
Okay. I’ll second that delusion!!