story is that as I was walking along, pushing a couple of crates on a dolly toward the Museum on a beautiful sunny afternoon, I looked around and realized I was totally surrounded by women, my age, pushing baby carriages. I though to myself, "I'm pushing babies too, but my babies are nice and quiet, and when they are bad, I throw them on the ground and jump up and down on them". It left me feeling more than just a little bit smug.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
no baby, no cry
Today I had an appointment to show my work to a merchandiser at a particular museum in a particular park in San Francisco. That's not the story though. The 
story is that as I was walking along, pushing a couple of crates on a dolly toward the Museum on a beautiful sunny afternoon, I looked around and realized I was totally surrounded by women, my age, pushing baby carriages. I though to myself, "I'm pushing babies too, but my babies are nice and quiet, and when they are bad, I throw them on the ground and jump up and down on them". It left me feeling more than just a little bit smug.
story is that as I was walking along, pushing a couple of crates on a dolly toward the Museum on a beautiful sunny afternoon, I looked around and realized I was totally surrounded by women, my age, pushing baby carriages. I though to myself, "I'm pushing babies too, but my babies are nice and quiet, and when they are bad, I throw them on the ground and jump up and down on them". It left me feeling more than just a little bit smug.
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De-lurking to say that you gave me a great laugh today. Thanks for that! I would feel the same way.
ReplyDeleteThank you for making me laugh so hard I just peed my pants!
ReplyDeleteThat vase is sexy
ReplyDeleteYa made me crack a smile! That's too funny - and I say that even though I was once one of those women pushing a stroller around with my bundle of joy.
ReplyDeletenew vase? new baby? lovely : )
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