2 little angelic anklebiters outfitted in footie pjs, at the kitchen table, furrowing their brows with deep concentration. Paint brushes in hand, they quietly create their Crayola masterpieces. Billie Holiday is playing on the cable radio, and I've got a fresh vanilla latte in hand.
In comes the exterminator from the backyard, clutching the biggest rat (dead) that I've ever seen. They found one more in our attic.
Oh Xanax, where art thou?
1 comment:
Oh no.....
-h
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