That was when I wished that I had developed sluffing skills while in school. But for some reason I have never been able to let myself off the hook. Maybe some day, but not today. Instead, I'll just imagine my little tantrum, paint a smile on my face and then be on my way to where I should be...dreaming of the day when I have the audacity to cut out on my own schedule. Wouldn't that feel nice? Especially if I kidnapped myself to go dancing with the husband. Oh, a girl can dream.
ONCE upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a queen. She lived a lovely life in her cottage sized castle with her husband and their three sons: Atrain the brave-heart; Jdog the jolly; and Doodle, the daring baby. The queen had a good heart, and she loved her boys with every piece of it. Every day in Frandsenland she works and plays and does her very best NOT to be evil. Sometimes she succeeds. This is her diary.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
A Tantrum and a Dream
I felt like throwing a tantrum today--like burrying my face into a patch of grass while I wept and wailed and gnashed my teeth. I didn't, but I should have. I was seconds away from leaving for a girls night with my sister in law when I received a text reminding me about a meeting that I neglected to put on my schedule. Darn.
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Glad we were able to make good on the girl's night out later on...
ReplyDeleteAnd you should definitely make good on taking the hubby dancing...