I'm not missing in action, just moving and writing. It is true, when it rains, it pours. I'm trying to finish a book, a novella, and move. All at the same time. So, 'witty and smart' are MIA.
On the UP SIDE, American Idol, still entertaining. Three people of the twelve who sang are going to make the final twelve. I, of course, am a Danny Gokey fan. I also like the little girl with pink hair. I won't try to remember her name because I can't.
Remember, I'm moving: witty and smart are MIA, and I have so much writing to do, creativity is MIA with them. Or maybe Creative took Smart and Witty and led them away with the promise of cookies and coffee?
My kids haven't even been cute, smart or witty lately. To be honest they've been kind of a pain. I know, no one else has experienced those moments when you really do want to stand them on the street corner with some kind of sign tied to their necks. I haven't done it yet, but I think if I ever want to be a Fox News Alert, I might try it. How about a sign like, "My mom says I have to stop fighting with my sister. OH, and check out her new release, A COWBOY'S HEART."
Why didn't I think of that earlier?
Oh wait, kid one was incredibly witty...never mind, I can't repeat that.
Here's one I can repeat.
At work one of the girls told him that he's cute. He's a short kid, just over five feet. She told him, "You're so cute, I want to take you home with me. Oh wow, you're travel sized. I could take you anywhere."
Don't worry, he loved it. He has a great attitude about life. He's short, but he's also alive. He'll take short.
I think there's a lesson in that: about life, faith and accepting our circumstances.