An hour later and I’d have missed a day of blogging. I was feeling lazy today. I wasn’t going to bother writing anything here. I keep thinking about all the errands I have to do this week and it makes me tired just thinking about it. But then… I went downstairs to get the 39,498th load of wash out of the dryer today. That’s when it hit me. I had to get on here and tell the world about my magic tablecloth.
Yes, that’s right. I have a magic tablecloth. I’ve owned it for years. I’m pretty certain it was on my table years and years ago when the kids were still small and I had some of the HWs here for dinner when Jer was visiting NY. I’m pretty sure I remember a certain male writer getting sauce on the tablecloth. You’d never know it. I’m tellin’ ya, this tablecloth has had wine, coffee, everything spilled on it. It always comes clean. It’s magical.
Pretty soon I’m going to start running around the house like - wasn’t there some rendition of Jack & the Beanstalk where he was singing about magic beans? Yeah, that’ll be me, running, twirling with my magical tablecloth singing about it. It’ll look sort of like Julie Andrews singing the Sound of Music up on the hilltop.
Now aren’t y’all so glad I decided to blog today after all? 
April 15th, 2008 at 9:40 pm Quote
“Pretty soon I’m going to start running around the house like - wasn’t there some rendition of Jack & the Beanstalk where he was singing about magic beans? Yeah, that’ll be me, running, twirling with my magical tablecloth singing about it. It’ll look sort of like Julie Andrews singing the Sound of Music up on the hilltop.”
Okay, I know you wrote this before you had your floors done but are you sure you weren’t sniffing varnish fumes when you wrote this?