MorgaineLaFay
goodirishgirl
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2001
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I’m sleeping peacefully beneath a feathery down comforter, my heads rolling back & forth between six huge pillows. I’ve got the bed to my self. I smile, as I roll around on the bed, kicking my legs, squirming around in all my space. And then the phone rings. I drag it under the covers with me in the little ‘fort’ I have built.
“Hello?” I hate answering the phone in the mornings.
“Faaaaaaaacccccccccccccie,” a very dramatic 5 year olds voice coo’s into the phone, “Are you coming to my paaaty?” It my niece. Its her birthday today. I have forgotten of course. I tell her yes I am coming. Her damn parents get me everytime...making her call.
“Good,” she says, then as matter of factly in her adorable little voice, “Bring the Baaabies, you know I love your Baaaabie.”
Click. End of conversation.
What are you doing on this fine Sunday?
“Hello?” I hate answering the phone in the mornings.
“Faaaaaaaacccccccccccccie,” a very dramatic 5 year olds voice coo’s into the phone, “Are you coming to my paaaty?” It my niece. Its her birthday today. I have forgotten of course. I tell her yes I am coming. Her damn parents get me everytime...making her call.
“Good,” she says, then as matter of factly in her adorable little voice, “Bring the Baaabies, you know I love your Baaaabie.”
Click. End of conversation.
What are you doing on this fine Sunday?
