Sometimes being a midwife is difficult. You have to give people bad news. And they don't want to hear it. And they want to shoot the messenger. Or you didn't say what you needed to say in a skillful way. Sigh. it's not part of the job I like. I wish I didn't have to do it. Sometimes I just want to take a bath all day and get water all over the book I'm reading.
And drink tea.
And have the servants take care of the laundry and the cats.
Tonight I'm going to a party with my friends. I'm going as a jellyfish, blue or pink, I can't decide.
Patti will have eyeballs in the soup and spiders in the pie. I know her. She's like that. There'll probably be brain sauce and skeletal biscuits. With fingernails.
James said he's not coming as a grumpy old man.
3 comments:
I say blue. But what do I know?
I was, I was blue!!!! Holly was pink. We went into the grocery store in our costumes and no one would look at us. No sense of humor, obviously.
Oh lord. The babies. I remember the poems about the babies every single one. And jellies! Oh bog what a fantastic idea. I would have gone as a box jelly and stung everyone in the PCC which used to be little and run by hippies when I live by the one on Green Lake and is now almost as fancy and expensive as Whole Paycheck.
I hope you had fun. I love Halloween and costumes all of it so much more than Xmess.
xo
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