Grand Theft

I went to get my hair done today, which I really needed because I have two teenagers at home.   Since it takes a few hours, and I'm antsy waiting so much, I always take a big stack of stuff to do.  I read my Somerset Studio magazines, make lists, and sketch sometimes.  I got these little journals a while back from Target. They have really durable, happy-colored covers and lines so my OCD doesn't get itchy when I try to write in them.  I love them.

I was going to write some notes in it. When I opened it, though, I realized at some point I had designated it as a poetry journal.  I found this silly poem I don't remember writing.  It's dated May 15, 2012.  It's not titled, so I'm calling it....

Grand Theft

The cat lost her mind.

The cat took my phone.

She went through my wallet,

And then she left home.

The dog asked to borrow

The keys to the car.

He said, "See ya later!

We won't go very far."

It's crazy!  I know!

My pets ran away

With my car and phone.

Oh man!  What a day!

I yell to my pets,

"Come back! You can't drive!

You also can't talk!

Can I get change for a five?!!"

But now I am petless

And carless, to boot.

They've left me alone

And taken my loot.

You cannot trust mammals.

That's what I've heard.

Now I've seen it first hand.

And I'm getting a bird.

"Date Night" available as a print in my Etsy shop today!

May the good Lord bless you today with sweet mammals in your life.

<3  Lori