|Note to the Girls
||[Sep. 17th, 2008|11:24 am]
You have two more days before, once again, I have to wrestle you into submission and get you back in the damn bodice. Yes, I know, if only I could keep the Hands out of potato chip bags and off of brownies, you'd fit better.
But really, this is going to be a two and a half-day weekend, what with the Talk Like a Pirate gig on Friday night at Piratz Tavern (where the Captain will be performing and it's not really a family show, but still, don't embarrass me....)and then two days at Faire.
Last weekend, getting dressed, you two were like getting two three-year-olds ready for a family portait. Not wanting to get dressed, not wanting to settle down and behave...it's hot, it's itchy, where's my t-shirt...honestly. I'd get one of you all set and while I was doing that the other one went wandering. We were finally all set, and by the time I got in the car, both of you had cleverly escaped the bodice and I had to spend all day shoving you back in there.
And I don't have to tell you how much it hurts when you're not properly confined and we get a big bear hug -- it's not the GOOD kind of pinch, lemme tell you.
Can we call a truce for the remaining weekends?