Wednesday, October 26, 2005

My child, the cocktail waitress.

Girl Terror was watching me vacuum in a frenzy of "company's coming, and they will see I am a slob" cleaning. As I turned off the machine to move downstairs, she said "Whew! That's hard work! You should have a drink."
Oh, the pride in this mother's heart.

6 comments:

debby said...

Gotta love her!

Elizabeth said...

lekToo cute!
I do that cleaning too... and the minute company leaves, the place is a disaster once again. Will it ever end?!

Blogdreamz said...

How cute is that. You need a drink. Cleaning? What the heck is that?

OldHorsetailSnake said...

"Oh, thanks honey. That's a good idea. Oh, also, would you like to learn how to use this machine?"

onangelwings said...

Now that is love. Imagine the swell in your heart if she had a cocktail all ready to hand to you?

Prego said...

"Honey, can you spell "Vermouth"?

"V-E-R-M-O-O-T-H?"

"Just bring me a chianti.>