I am silly. Geoff knows that. I am silly to confess my weaknesses and big secrets here on Chickenblog. I don't know why I do it. Is it good for the soul? Do I need to open up and spill my deepest thoughts? I guess so, 'cause here I go again.
See my apron? See the big pockets and the wrap around the back fit? This apron is amazing. It has powers. Powers I cannot explain. I know it's the apron, because clean-up skills have never been mine to boast of. So the power is this: When I put this apron on, I get things done.
If Geoff catches wind of this he'll fly to Michigan and beg Missy-Spring Bean Thing to sew six more. A fresh and cleaning potent one to wear every day of the week.
When I put this apron on, I get things done. I collect odds and ends in the ample pockets. I worry less about staining, tearing, soiling, mussing or messing my outfit of the day. I am reminded that someone was generous and friendly and really sweet to send me such a nice gift, and it makes me smile, even if I am scraping cheese from dinner plates or collecting stiff socks from the four corners of the living room. Superman has his cape and Wonder Woman has her lasso. I have my roomy, comfy, cheery, big pocket apron, and it is super.
Chango says, "Lady. Open the door already. Then change the litter, fill my food bowl, get the bed made, file those papers you left on the floor, and lose that goofy grin."