communism in my living room
"hmph", i said as A passed me in the living room, where i was packing boxes for our 3rd move in 3 years. (wtf? did i sign up to be a military wife & not realize it? at least last one & this one are within the same country.)
"what?", he said as he meandered by.
"we have too much crap! i thought we got rid of this 2 years ago when we left the states. no more crap! we're going to put all our money in the bank & leave it there & not buy any more crap ever again."
"it's like communism, mom. it grows & grows."
seems like perhaps 7th grade made an impression after all. today is a good day to be a mama!
"what?", he said as he meandered by.
"we have too much crap! i thought we got rid of this 2 years ago when we left the states. no more crap! we're going to put all our money in the bank & leave it there & not buy any more crap ever again."
"it's like communism, mom. it grows & grows."
seems like perhaps 7th grade made an impression after all. today is a good day to be a mama!