We were on our way to the south of France (my husband's home) for two weeks. Then disaster - i the form of two idiot parents - struck. I seem to have taken the cancelled plans the hardest...why? Is it my wandering Sagittarian nature?
Why can’t I stay
Must my little heart a-wander?
To get away
Makes my spirit grow a fonder.
We were all good to go to France
But then we couldn’t go to France
Cause a passport had expired
Then we cried ‘til we were tired
What a sad sad song.
Why can’t I stay?
A routine makes me bonkers
Further away
Than nearby Yonkers.
Please, please help me to chill.
We have a really lovely house
An awesome son and handsome spouse
We can still a family be
We can even get a tree
Still it’s not the same.