with long pieces of tape
finding my way around eastern Tennessee
to stop laughing when I shouldn't
following a recipe exactly how its written
to wake up when my alarm goes off
wishing for the future
driving in the snow (or the rain)
to pronounce road signs correctly or to sound southern
with an entire box of girl scout cookies (Somoas to be exact)
to hear James Taylor and not sing along
picking out clothing for C1 (that he'll actually wear)
to finish a project before I start another one
being satisfied until I've done my best
I like this post. A very good idea. This is also a good John Mayer song. Check it out.
ReplyDeleteI don't trust you to not stop laughing either. I LOVE it! I need to see you soon so I can have a night of laughing.
ReplyDeleteAhhh the old dilemma of trying to get husbands to wear the clothes you pick out for them...sometimes they really just don't know what's best for them, huh? keep trying ;)
ReplyDeleteyou are a VERY good writer! seriously, you are such a poet. i love this post! you are one creative cookie c little! i miss you.
ReplyDeleteoh and ps- i can totally relate on getting husbands to wear clothes we pick out for them. it's like, hello we have good taste! we are helping you. quit being so stubborn!
ReplyDeleteI laughed when I read the James Taylor one...he will always remind me of you. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is so you. We could put it on a quilt label.
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