I was over at a friend’s house the other day to give her daughter a piano lesson. Now, this woman is AMAZING. She’s a kick-ass poet, a mother of three, and she reads more than any editor I’ve ever met – if she ever lost a wall in a Tennessee tornado she could just build a new one from a quarter of her book collection and she’d be fine. She’s wicked, wicked smart, not to mention beautiful. I think she even works out. So, in other words, pure envy material.
So imagine my surprise when I spotted this on her refrigerator:
In case you can’t read Kindergartener, that says: “Dear Mom, I love the way you clean all day.”
Bwahahahaha!!! Snort. Wait….
I mean that’s funny, right? That’s the kind of thing that would TOTALLY go up on my fridge. Of course, in my case it would be showcased against a backdrop of jelly fingerprints and yogurt smudges, but that just adds to the satire, right?
Obviously I had to snap a picture and share it with you guys. While I was staring at it, laughing, I was reminded of something another very talented woman once said:
Y’all, don’t just “slip” your creative work in there.
Slip the housework into the spaces of your creative work. If anyone gives you any lip just give me a holler. I know a five-year-old who can hook up you with a note.
Come on... I am dying to talk to grown ups!