Friday, September 23, 2005


Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, they're home, they're home, they're home.
Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, can we go to Guilia's house. They're home, you know.

Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom.....

It can be frustrating at times to have a clear view into our friend's home.

I imagine the fun it would be to extend a string across the street with tin cans at either end. Think it would pass the historical preservation society's review?

1 comment:

  1. Wow, what a view! Will you adopt ME?

    It was awesome to read your comment this morning, to have someone out there who could relate to the adoption experiece. We still haven't done the fingerprints yet (for some reason I thought our social worker would do it when she came out.)

    And I'm only about halfway through my questionnaire. I'm stuck on the "What first attracted you to your husband?" question because I don't think "his sexy charm and bedroom eyes" is the appropriate answer...

    Are you adopting domestically or going to another country? I have a friend who just adopted from China if you'd like to talk to someone else who's done it.

    Oops! Wrote a novel. Take care.