Yes, yes, I know it is hormonal. Whatev. For some reason, that just makes it worse because I can't do anything about it. Not that I normally would, but I don't like being trapped.
Family Home Evening last night consisted of a Golden Book story read at dinner. Andy was working late, and I was just not interested in wrestling the three of them through a lesson. Fortunately, there was a nice moral to the story. "The Saggy Baggy Elephant." Anybody? Happy elephant, a-dancin' and a-singin' until the STUPID STUPID parrot laughed at his saggy baggy skin and too big ears and nose. The poor little guy. Lucky that a band of elephants came along and he found out who he was and was a-dancin' and a-singin' again. Who feels like the parrot is sitting on the shoulder? Stand up and testify. Saggy Baggies unite! Bag that dang parrot and stuff a pillow with him.
Since I'm not driving the Smoking Gun - I mean car - I am walking to the grocery store today for dinner and sundries and a lovely lovely coke. And I will sit in my imaginary nook and enjoy it. I'm betting the nook will end up being right here in this chair trying to get Sherlock Holmes into the cementworks offices without the night guard and his dog catching him again. Otherwise, the heiress will be condemned to death for patricide and the business partner will commit suicide. I find that I'm less Sherlock and more Watson. "How the deuce did you know that, Holmes?"
Well, I'm taking this Saggy Baggy to the shower.
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update - liz drove me to the store. phew!
I am so glad you got a ride. That story is precious. I hope you feel better soon. Love you.
saggy baggy has been a big staple at our bed time story time.
Stupid freaking parrot.
i love saggy baggy. and i love it even more when he finds his band of fellow elephants.
here's to your imaginary nook!
how am i the only person who's never heard of saggy baggy?
and as a sidenote, jennifer--i started reading the book "emma and me" by elizabeth flock (which i'm not going to finish because i'm 30 pages into the book and figured out the twist and would rather not read another 200 pages about childhood sexual abuse--but moving on...)
immediately as i started reading the book, the voice of the main character became your voice in my head. she tells a story just like you would. anyway, i thought i'd share. maybe you should write a book!
Jamie, I got a book in here somewhere. I'm going to start a new genre - Mommy Lit. One day...
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