August 2013
When we enjoy a weekend on the coast, we fly
When we go for a week or more, we drive
As we're about to enjoy two weeks in paradise
Our car is packed with stuff
Stuff to munch on
Stuff to drink
Stuff to wear
Stuff with which to entertain Tony and Ray in the pool
Stuff to delight Katie's boys, Kevin and Anthony
Once the car is packed for the road, I chuckle to think of
George Carlin's routine about traveling with too much stuff, because
That which seems like too much stuff to Will seems like exactly
The right amount of stuff to me :)
Anyway, we follow Will's plan of getting an early start in hopes of
Arriving at our condo, overlooking the ocean, by midafternoon
And though we leave on time, here's why we always arrive
At the resort two hours later than planned—which surprises
No one who knows us well—
You see, we pass an exclusive outlet mall half way between
Our desert home and our ocean destination, and
One of us is a shopper
And guess what?
That shopper is Will!
Each time we approach the outlets, I listen to Will say:
We won't stop this time …
We don't need to buy anything else for the rest of our lives
At this, I smile and agree
Next thing I know, our car turns off the freeway and drives itself
Right into the outlet parking lot …
Now why in the world do you think that happens, time and again???
Well, if my addiction is hope, Will's is shopping for a deal :)
And here's what happens after our car parks itself:
We each go our separate ways for this reason:
Will sprints from shop to shop while
Sciatica slows me down
And Will doesn't worry about leaving me alone with my credit card
Because this man knows that his wife can't buy more than
She can carry, and as I can't carry very much
Will thinks he's home safe and here's why
Generally speaking, he's right …
My grandma taught me to value a great deal, as well :)
Anyway, each time our car approaches the outlets and Will says
No need to stop, my credit card and I smile in readiness
To visit our favorite shops :)
When we enjoy a weekend on the coast, we fly
When we go for a week or more, we drive
As we're about to enjoy two weeks in paradise
Our car is packed with stuff
Stuff to munch on
Stuff to drink
Stuff to wear
Stuff with which to entertain Tony and Ray in the pool
Stuff to delight Katie's boys, Kevin and Anthony
Once the car is packed for the road, I chuckle to think of
George Carlin's routine about traveling with too much stuff, because
That which seems like too much stuff to Will seems like exactly
The right amount of stuff to me :)
Anyway, we follow Will's plan of getting an early start in hopes of
Arriving at our condo, overlooking the ocean, by midafternoon
And though we leave on time, here's why we always arrive
At the resort two hours later than planned—which surprises
No one who knows us well—
You see, we pass an exclusive outlet mall half way between
Our desert home and our ocean destination, and
One of us is a shopper
And guess what?
That shopper is Will!
Each time we approach the outlets, I listen to Will say:
We won't stop this time …
We don't need to buy anything else for the rest of our lives
At this, I smile and agree
Next thing I know, our car turns off the freeway and drives itself
Right into the outlet parking lot …
Now why in the world do you think that happens, time and again???
Well, if my addiction is hope, Will's is shopping for a deal :)
And here's what happens after our car parks itself:
We each go our separate ways for this reason:
Will sprints from shop to shop while
Sciatica slows me down
And Will doesn't worry about leaving me alone with my credit card
Because this man knows that his wife can't buy more than
She can carry, and as I can't carry very much
Will thinks he's home safe and here's why
Generally speaking, he's right …
My grandma taught me to value a great deal, as well :)
Anyway, each time our car approaches the outlets and Will says
No need to stop, my credit card and I smile in readiness
To visit our favorite shops :)
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