Archive for November, 2008

the do’s and don’t of love…
don’t tell me what to do
about the current pickle I’m in.
Three options: door one, door two, door leave.
The tossing and turning
leave me with a yearning,
Love him, Leave him,
Go out on a limb.
When it rained, it poured,
the old man snored.
I went to bed
the boys bumped my head
Now I’ll never see morning.


The political junkie in me just wanted to say, “Yay, Obama!”