we're all going to die eventually. and i have no intention of dying until i have my 8 kids and a crazy house with a big back yard
and a tire swing hanging off a huge tree in the front yard
the kind of tree you hate because the roots make the grass all bumpy when you mow
and in autumn the damn leaves never stop falling
and in the spring it's all bugs
and in the summer it blocks the breeze to the house, so you're always too hot
i've got soccer games to drive to
and football games to watch
and a husband to make up with after we fight over something stupid
i'm giving up on the damn doctors
i didn't say i was giving up on myself
