Loving me is easier than anything she’ll ever do again. (Paraphrase Kris Kristofferson)
Momma’s plan is to never have a plan…that makes getting by so much easier…you sleep at night, never knowing tomorrow’s the day you’re going to tackle painting the ten foot ceilings with a rickety ladder, a paint brush (or two) and a can of top of the line long-lasting (forever, you hope) paint, guaranteed to last a lifetime, bet your bottom dollar. (LOL)
I am sure Momma thinks with all that diligence to detail, she will get a Citation in Heaven (or at least an Honorable Mention) but in my perfectly shaped brown eyes, it is just cringe worthy. Why, oh why does Momma have to worry me so? She knows that my Responsible Gene is over the top but she turns a deaf ear to all my whining…same way she probably worried poor Grandmama and RIP P Daddy, come to think of it… it didn’t end well for them…they are both in their early graves.
Don’t get me wrong…Momma, the Virgo has a lot of plans…she is well, regimented…every day, same time she meticulously packs a bag of goodies plus diet gingerale and coke for Itty Bitty and sets out. You could set your watch on it…if you actually had one, you know.
Still, that Momma has some cool tricks up her sleeve…like today. I was dozing on the couch, one eye open. I saw her put my blue puppy blanket on the floor and a fluffy pink, what was that …a bunny, with long ears, glass eyes and a two bite cupcake…hhhmmm…this might be interesting. I definitely am up for a treat any day, any where…no exact time required. Okay, okay, I remember, Momma told me it is my Birthday…who knew what day I was born…it was long ago and far away…but if it meant a treat and another toy for my already overflowing toy box, BRING IT ON! I got a lot of loving to give…so BRING IT ON!
Sometimes, maybe…not too often, I feel a little sorry for the cats….because well, they don’t have baskets of toys (one for each room) or doggie pillows to sleep on, but I share…usually, as long as they don’t overly annoy me by fighting among themselves or thundering through the house like, wild horses, free range…I know, I know, they are wildcats, not even born in a barn like our Sweet Baby Jesus and me…so I got to give them some leeway, says Momma but she is just a bit too understanding, in my opinion.
So…all things considered… I ♥ Momma’s surprises and as Wonder Boy’s birthday card said to Momma…
I take and take and take and you give and give and give…I like that little arrangement!
