Friday, November 04, 2005
Empty nest leads family to invite fine furniture burglars
Our daughter has made herself cozy in my wife's belly. Why did we buy this oak hewn crib? It's no enticement to our little queen. And after all, wouldn't the money invested at prime have yielded sweet dividends in the time that the crib has sat vacant? Real estate. You set up a devastatingly posh pad, sow your seed, and expect a little remuneration in the form of earth attendance. But our shy lass is drinking in the elixir of the purgatorial womb. She enjoys our sounds and our nutrients. She betrayed papa by clapping to a Jimmy Buffet song. Come on out little angel and lend me your ears. Daddy wants to teach you all about Obscure ALT> Rock.