Wednesday, June 3, 2009

why DOES the caged bird sing?

Sometimes, when I'm in my cubicle doing work papers
(note: workpapers are folders and folders, files and files, of shoot-me-now tediousness)

hour after hour

I think of this


Jacob said...

This is Mom, and I feel so guilty cause today, while you were in your cubicle, I was on a hike seeing miles of trees, lakes, aspens and smelling the fresh air. Life is not fair...

Jamie said...

Sometimes i think like you, too, when I'm cooped up at home. But a cubicle is way worse.

Expect years of misery.