You know how sometimes inspiration strikes at the most inconvenient time? Like when you're hauling hiney across the county, trying desperately to get your kid to the photo session for her children's chorus (and incidentally you don't make it, all because of a layover in Houston and then the back hatch of your SUV doesn't close so you have to bungee it shut so that your luggage doesn't spill out as you zoom home down I-71)?
Yah. That's what happened to me.
And ironically, the prose I was going to write really just came back to bite me in that hiney that I was hauling, because still, I haven't the time to put into the thought to make it into anything worthwhile.
Instead, I offer this summary, this mom-ku, if you will.
You organized folk
I'd like to tell you 'bout life
But I don't have time.
~Karrie McAllister, columnist, print files/webmaster, and hiney hauler