I am sitting at a desk in my sister's old room in my parents' house as I write this. I'm camping out here overnight even though my parents and sisters are out of town, since Shallow Man is flying back into town on an 11:35 p.m. flight and who wants to drive another hour to get home at that point in time?
Not me!
I've been an orphan for the last few days while Shallow Man was out of town, and feeling a bit neglected because my sister pointed out that none of my family loves me. Well, not in so many words. What she SAID was, "Did you know you're the only family member who's not going on vacation this weekend?"
Yeah, they've all abandoned me. Shallow Man was in DC for an interview (and coming back late tonight as aforementioned), the parents and my two younger sisters are at Mount Rushmore (hence the empty house), my brother and his wife and son went camping, and my other sister and her husband and son are visiting her in-laws.
And I'm here (i.e., not on vacation).
I ask you, where's the love?
Oh, well. At least I have the house to myself, and I only promised not to burn anything important...
Yes, that's it.
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I came across this poem, "The Spot" by Holly Day, this afternoon. (Scroll
down to the bottom of the page; it won't let me link to the individual
poem.)
Ye...
12 years ago
3 comments:
Ah, you got to camp out as an orphan! Scratch that off your life's to-do list.
I LOVE when I'm an orphan! Get out the chick movies, Ben and Jerry's, and live it up!
Guess what? Your title there is a reference to The Pirates of Penzance--look she learns (and procrastinates)!
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