Five thirty in the morning
The phone rings
Who the *#.*!
Roll over, wondering
Where the *#.*
Is the phone!
Pull back covers, realizing
The phone was left
In the *#.* kitchen!
One ring…
Then silence.
Ten O’clock in the morning
The phone rings… again
Twin on other end
Laughing!
Phone ring early this morning
Twin intuition or
Justification for slaying?
I like my life :)
If you check it out at RITRO I explain exactly what happend. It really wasn't my fault.
get rid of the phone--problem solved. :) LOL--been there, done that...that's why i don't have one now!
great rant--enjoyed, can identify
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)