Must there be? Probably thirty two old VHS tapes, I cleaned out this
weekend, in perfect condition, with one
home movie accidentally stuck in the middle, frayed tape sticking out of it.
Must there be? A (reminder of) a receipt on my counter, for the $380
worth of upgrades we had to make to the mini van, only two days
before it burned to the ground?
Must there be? For some craaaaazy reason, no baseball games scheduled
the entire beginning of the week
all four, same night, same time, different fields.
Must there be? Someone who takes out a single photo from the picture
coasters we have, so there can't be a whole set?
Must there be? A never-had-kids-before model, showing me what my what my
"hide-your tummy" bathing suit that I ordered, will look like, on me?
Must there be? Literally, eleven different styled, single, black socks, in the same size?
And finally, cracking up as my one year old, surrounded by a hundred toys, chooses
instead, to climb under the desk as I type this, and pull the
computer mouse cord for entertainment.
Just sayin- crackin up.
Hugs!
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