Sunday, December 19, 2010
Gone 'round the Bend
I need to see Zoltar about some feathers for my hat, otherwise I am ready for the holidays.
Sometimes I ask myself, What would Scarlett do?
What would Scarlett do, confronted with a daughter with conjunctivitis, and projectile pus?
What would Scarlett say about hitching up the buggy for a late night ER visit?
If Scarlett were here, would she fret about a broken oven, or would she dine on take-out pizzas?
Well, fiddle-dee-dee! My Tara may look like the last thing standing after Sherman's march, I may be a bit frayed around the edges too, but my Rhett is here, hanging some drapes, and the roof only leaks a little bit, the children are home, and we have five more days to prepare and anticipate and... and what I cannot fix today, I will think about tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day.