All I want to do is lie on the grass in the sun and have my servants refresh my margarita. And live the life of leisure I deserve. I talked with a midwife who's older than me (and never you mind how old THAT is) and she said she's never retiring. I have a plan. I'm gonna retire. I will retire. When is another matter.
I just got Life, the book by Keith Richards, read by (swoon) Johnny Depp and Joe Hurley. I got the audio book. Oh yeah. Ms Moon suggested it and I obeyed because she is usually right about most things.
I just looked at the galleys for two books/journals I'm being published in. Just leave the bags of money on the porch. By the geraniums.
I could do that today. The babies will just have to wait. It's me and Johnny, er, me and Keith.
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I was thinking the other day how joyful it is when someone you love/admire falls in love with a book you too, have fallen in love with.
I hope this is so for you and Keith. It's a long ride but a very interesting one.
And if you don't like it- ah, give it to someone else.
I hope the babies are polite and wait their turns.
Got tranquilizers for the dogs for the 4th of July. The gun lovers shoot their guns into the sky and wonder not what happens to those bullets. Yes, we do have a bullet hole in our garage door. Fireworks are banned this year because of drought but the shooters do not care about fire warnings and our roofs.
Dear Ms Moon-well, we've had 5 babies in so many days. All hail and hearty. Can't wait for Keith to begin.
And JRS-a bullet hole in your garage door? Holy baby Jesus. I DREAD this time of year. Then we have Seafair with hydroplanes in the lake making a gawdawful noise. I used to think it was fun. But the paramilitary bit is too, well, too paramilitary.
XX Beth
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