I was going to celebrate teaching your kids Life Skills. 'Cause yesterday I made the Oldest Carrotstick fold her mountain of laundry -- much to her chagrin. So I didn't feel all cranky and cross when I went into her room this morning and saw all her freshly washed a folded clothes like this:instead of nice and neat in her drawers. I wasn't at all irritated, because she had only wasted her time and not mine, on laundry day.
And I was also going to celebrate the good doctor's pronouncement that the Middle Carrotstick does not require surgery.
But when I checked my Google Reader today, I found this,
And then I knew I had to celebrate Good Friends instead on this Trading Treats Tuesday.
I was going to wax all poetic and say something about how great it is to have good friends. Something really awesomely profound.
Good Friends are a special Treat.
Finding them can be a Feat.
And holding on can be impossible
Especially when they go buy a new house and move away.
Then I realistically thought of the chances I had of writing a really good poem, thought better of it, and wrote a bad poem on purpose.
But, just so you know, the badness of the poem is not an indication of my extremely high regard for Good Friends -- and for all Friends (not just those who've moved away!)
What's your treat today?