Remember the Shel Silverstein poem "Sister for Sale"? I always laughed at it--mainly because I had a younger sister. Now, as I listen to Lily whine and cry to get outside and in the pool--DURING A LIGHTNING STORM--I keep thinking of that poem.
If you're reading this, Reuben, I don't even care. She is driving me nuts!
5 comments:
You're going to have a YARD with a FENCE soon!!!
Yeah, I read it. And I'm not the one who clamored for a dog.
That is hilarious! Dan and I disagree too much (dog person vs. cat person) so I think our kids will have to go forever without a pet...
I'm just laughing at Ben's comment...
:)
We'll trade you Kirby for Lily. I watched him eat my fig tree today. Figs, leaves, limbs and all...
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