I forbade the clocks.
Woke up late,
feet snuggled
in oversized funky
knitted socks.
Had me a pajama brunch
for one, in my red gown
corny furry animal slippers
(no they don't match)
Fighting off cats
for a space on the the couch,
munching marmalade
on toast with hot tea.
Crumbs all over
the coffee table,
carefully avoiding
'Aunty' Sharon's cookies.
Reading the Sunday paper
watching sickly sweet cartoons.
Bliss.
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3 comments:
Love this, Fluts. And love those kinds of days.
Nothing wrong with sickly sweet cartoons, except.... that high-pitched zzzzzzz that the average TV radiates just totally messes with my morning freshness appreciation vibe.
What, you don't hear it?
Crap, maybe it is just me!
Dolce: Yeh, those kinda days are the best!
Martin: Do you have antennae sticking out teh top of your head? That may explain it!
You're absolutely right. Nothing wrong with some schweet cartoons.
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