So, there are times when I think about Iran having nuclear missiles, and Dick Chenney using our army to steal oil, and Hamas being voted into power, and China having a 100,000,000-man army, and George Bush plunging us into inescapable debt, and the religious right extinguishing freedom of expression; and I look with dismay at the towering pile of motions, arbitrations, reports and trials toppling over onto my desk, and I start to get a little tired.
But then, after 5:00, I get in my car and drive down the road to pick up the monkey. She is usually busy playing with the bigger kids, or sometimes she's just sitting there eating dirt, but when she sees me, her eyes light up and she flashes the whole set of chompers, and somehow, all of that other garbage just gets forgotten.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
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How did I know you'd be the first to open your pie hole on this subject...
ReplyDeleteGee - can't you two just call or IM one another?
ReplyDeleteBecause public displays of juvenile aggravation are much more fun.
ReplyDeleteWow, those glasses REALLY make her look just like her daddy (does that make him Monkey, Sr.?)!
ReplyDeleteToo adorable! :-)
Interesting. Sweetest entry with some of the bitchiest comments.
ReplyDeleteBitchy? Oh, you mean Leah. Yeah, there's not much we can do about her.
ReplyDeleteThat really wasn't that bitchy. Try again. I'm not convinced yet.
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