One Writer's Blog About Writing
Your drawing skills at 11 are better than my current skills. Seriously. I recently drew an "elephant" for my grandsons--who know an elephant when they see one--and they could not tell what it was. I covered by saying it was a "kind of dinosaur." "A sauropod?" asked one. "That's it."
But dang if you aren't right--family life *can* be a b***h, or a "bih," as some of my more polite children will occasionally say. If I were granted my occasional wish, occasionally, and I were allowed to stay at home and housekeep it up to my heart's content (which I totally wouldn't and everyone knows it--I would take naps and snack and surf the webs and read trashy novels), then I *might* wear high heels and an apron. Well, I might.
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