Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Ice Cream


Air-conditioning running since we got home.
Stupid.
Need to be naked.
In a pool.
With an umbrella drink.
And fireworks.

Will settle for feet up.
No undergarments.
Chocolate chip ice cream.
Orange pop.
And longing stares out my home office window (silly birds, excellet birds).

1 comment:

Karen said...

That is hilarious obscenity!