Saturday, July 01, 2006

Roses in Baghdad

Saturday, July 1:

JP brings me a dozen yellow roses for no reason.

"Oh, thank you!" I say. "They're so pretty. I wish I had an equally nice place to put them. But our whole house is a wreck."

"Did you say our house is like Iraq?" JP asks.

"Yes, it kind of does look like Baghdad in here."

Sometimes, weekends just aren't enough! Now that the nighttime childbirth prep classes are over, maybe we can spend some quality time getting room of doom stuff out of the rest of the house, too.


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