the Cat out of the Hat
There comes a time in the lives of all humans when ahh...when ahh..ahhh
I'm reminded of a little poem I heard so many times as a kid that it embedded itself indelibly into my impressionable and mushy brain:
"Somebody said that it couldn't be done
So she with a chuckle replied:
That, Maybe It Couldn't.
But she wouldn't say so till she tried.
So she buckled right in with a bit of a grin;)
She just took off her coat and Went To It.
She started to sing as she tackled the thing
That Couldn't Be Done and....
SHE DID IT."
In case you didn't pick up the Reeeally subtle undertones there (sheesh) I'll just spill it:
I'm told I'm with child.
This is pretty hardcore for me. First thot in anyones mind who knows me is generally, "Who ever trusted Liz with a kid?"
Well I'll show you scoffers.
I'll show all you all...
Wish me luck, yes?
Divulged by Liz