High Definition Decadence

Trust me, a forty-seven inch television
Has never been my dream or vision

But lo and behold , it’s what we just bought
When we went shopping and a TV we sought

The bigger the better somehow became our motto
We looked at the options and all logic went blotto

Luckily hubby re-gained his senses today
Since installing this monster was no child’s play

But now for the super bowl we are quite prepared
And of a large-screen TV we are no longer scared

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The Bedless Blues

Moved yesterday, and the bed
Has yet to arrive
So we’re sleeping on a futon mattress
I think we will survive

I may be a little crazy
Okay, so make that a lot
But I kinda like sleeping on the floor
It’s like camping, but then it’s not

Betty the cat likes it also
She is purring next to me
As long as she’s got a soft blanket
That is all she needs

Hubby’s a little bigger than us
This morning he says he is sore
His hip fell off the edge last night
For a mattress he needs a bit more

The bed arrives tomorrow
Tables, and chairs, and a couch
We’ll settle in more normally then
And Hubby can stop saying ouch.

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Boxing Day

Weirdest Christmas ever
Our Charleston ties we are about to sever
The timing of this is anything but clever

Moving on December twenty-six
A stupider date we could not have pixed
My body and brain will need to be fixed

We’re packing up boxes
With fragiles and sockses
Is this one full of heavy rockes?

What was I thinking?
I swear I had not been drinking
That box over there seems to be clinking

Now the bookshelves are done
That’s one victory won
But packing up the kitchen will not be much fun

Tomorrow we tackle the shed
A chore I truly do dread
And through it all the cat clamors to be fed

Christmas Eve will be the final packing
Arranging thing as we are taping and stacking
The holiday spirit I seem to be lacking

The movers will arrive at nine
I sure hope all will be fine
Moving on Boxing day ought to be a crime

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