I caught George in midair as he was rolling off of Stella's bed,
I caught a mug in midair as it tumbled from the top shelf,
And I stared at the effects gravity has had on my face for approximately four minutes.
All before 9:00 in the morning.
Is there anyone over the age of thirty who would consider gravity a friend?
George, the mug, and I will be taking our act on the road shortly.
5 comments:
Gravity as the enemy. Yes. I would have to agree. Only my problem area is just a little south of the face.
. . . and I'm not 30 yet. Sigh.
Great I.Q. quote.
I don't know if gravity is killing my face or if it's the cookie dough I can't seem to stay away from. Let's say gravity, then I can keep eating the cookie dough.
P.S. LOVE that baby boy. I need to meet him (and the others). Soon.
Holy cow- George is soooooooo stinking cute. How can you even stand it?
Great post, i'm laughing! Thanks!
At least gravity keeps our feet down to earth where they belong?
;) Lisa
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