when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Priorities

Avi, my favorite son called me a few days ago to tell me about the new roller coaster opening up this week at the theme park. He said a few of his friends were going and he had called my other favorite son and invited him too and they want me to go too. Yes, I am special, so damned special. Being invited is almost as good as being there, but not quite, because I love roller coasters. Front car, no hands, every time.(I also love those boys and all of their friends)

I have to work- I said.

You own your business mom.

Oh yeah, but I have Kramer to take care of.

Tell Tate we are taking you for Mother's day and ask him to please take him that day.

Last night- Hey Tate, I need you to take care of Kramer for me on Monday.

Is that right, why?

The boys are taking me somewhere that day.

I am pretty sure there are few places they could take you where that well behaved puppy isn't welcome.

Yeah but, he's not tall enough to get on the roller coaster.

Oh I see. As long as it's something that important, leave him inside and I guess I can get home early.

He's so understanding.

5 comments:

mist1 said...

I love roller coasters too. Except for those ones that have the restraint system that comes up over your shoulders. You know, the kind that you always bang up your ears on. I hate those.

thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy said...

So cool of your boys to do that! Though I tend to avoid roller coasters like the plague...

Stacy said...

Mist-me too.

Poet(that's what I call you now)-I hear it's a hormonal thing, those who crave adrenaline and those who do not.

123Valerie said...

Do the others know he's your favorite?

Stacy said...

Yes Valerie, both boys know they are the favorite one.