I had hoped to be great with child today. It didn't turn out that way; to be great today I have to be great without child.
Having a baby was going to be my 2014 event. I planned it and everything. Well. We don't need a dead Scotsman to tell us that things fall apart and centers will not hold; plans, schmlans — mice bestly laying them; blah blah, poo-poo.
But now something new, out of the blue! Out of the deep cerulean! Something I didn't (indeed, couldn't have) planned for. Mona, my older sister, and my brother-in-law, niece, and nephew are moving to my town. Pending closure, they'll live within a nice little walk from my house. (I won't even get my 5 miles in going there and back again. (I will get 5k. (Go metric: it's cheaper!)))
OO-DE-LALLY.
They'll have an acre of land. They might start keeping ducks. Ducks means duck poop. Maybe they'll let me have some o' their duck poop.
This is the best thing that could have happened to me this year. I don't mean the duck poo. :P Stream-of-consciousness can really jostle antecedents. I am so pleased.
I'm so excited for you to have your family move close by! Yay! Sorry your plans are not going the way you want them to, mine never seem to do what I want either. It's just rude.
ReplyDeleteDo you mean the Irishman (centers) or the Scotsman (mice)? Or both? So pleased you will have even more comp'ny up thar. We must plan a visit. :)
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