Tuesday, 20 April 2010
I've got your heart in my sights
9 months and one day. A pretty decent run I guess. I mean any workplace that had employees who lacked object permanence would surely be impressed to go a whole 9 months and a day without an entry in the accident book. So I guess I could feel ok with the fact that I managed to keep you from falling off the bed for just over 9 months of your life. I could feel ok if it weren't for the fact that while you were diving for your freedom off of our bed to the hard wood laminate below I was standing not 4 feet away, hanging up the laundry to dry, serenading you with Elton John and Kiki Dee's 7o's hit Don't go breaking my heart.