Sometimes I see people on the bus that I really wish I was related to. For example, once I saw this precious 11 year old in a suit and he was all by himself and I thought to myself, "If I ever have a son, I want him to look exactly like that boy and he'll be named Charley and one night when my husband refuses to accompany me to a fancy cocktail party because he's busy working on his new business project, I'll be sitting in the parlor dramatically drinking a martini and I'll yell,"Charles, come play a tune for mother!", and Charley will clamber up to our grand piano imported from France and he'll play some complicated symphony and I'll stare at the ceiling and think about how I should have married that artsy guy from college".
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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