Friday, May 02, 2008
A Slice of (Our) Life
There are four people living in this house.
Count the pairs of shoes by the front door. I’ll cop to (at least) the flip flops.
The boys are home and I’m loving it.
I don’t care about shoes left at the front door or coats left hanging on the stair railing.
The times they are a-changin’ (or have changed) around here. (To mangle a Dylan line.)
And if you’re appalled at the these conditions, I don’t really care about that either. It’s our home and we’ll do what we want to. (I have now mangled a line from that old Lesley Gore song.)
If the Queen of England decides to pay us a visit, both shoes and coats can swiftly be dumped in the front closet.
And, oh yeah, you’re welcome to keep your shoes on when you visit. I’m fine with that, too.