Wild Nights-Wild Nights! (229)
Emily Dickenson
Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile – the winds –
To a heart in port –
Done with the compass –
Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden –
Ah, the sea!
Might I moor – Tonight –
In thee!
If you took a week and put it into a blender, you may get something that looks like my day so far.
Last night, jacuzzi full of hipsters and house full of spring-breaking pre-teens.
At 12:30 a.m. finally fall asleep.
At 1 a.m., "Mom, I'm not tired."
"Get in bed with me."
Repeat at 2 a.m. and 3 a.m.
In the morning, forget I had agreed to help photograph a new line of children's accessories for a friend in my studio.
Welcome, house full of reluctant toddler models and crying babies!
Quick with the snacks, cajoling, encouraging, and silly picture-taking!
Enlist goofy nephew to calm the diva model.
On to a tour of the treehouse while the mamas conduct a slap-dash picture editing tutorial.
Farewell baggies of animal cookies, before the babies do any more Godzilla-style damage to the pre-teen boardgame being played on the floor.
Quick, pretend to work.
Call to impromptu swim party... get your trunks...lunch??? Dang, knew I forgot something! Taco shop to the rescue!
Another visiting baby and mama-nurse, peek-a-boo, nose wipes, doggie licks, and a decision to embrace the chaos
HOUSE MARGARITAS (1 with salt, 1 no salt) AT 3:00
NACHOS AT 3:10
4:26pm, prepare entire family and business to celebrate the most important event in mankind's history and leave town for a week. Portland, here we come!
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