Cradle the Robin

I make lists for EVERYthing. Lists of things to do today (check oil, do laundry, buy bread). Lists of people who's birthdays are coming up and holidays(A-bot, N8, Mother's Day). I make lists of things to pack, lists of things to buy, lists of people to email, lists of goals, lists of things I want if I ever come into some money, lists of artists to check out, lists of music to check out, lists of websites to puruse, lists of books to read.

Ay, yay yay! You get the point.

But here's the silly thing. I also make lists of things to tell my boyfriend. HAHAHA! You see, he lives farfar away. Well. KINDA' farfar away. And I get SOOOOOOOO excited to tell him the jokes I have heard, or the funny scenes I have seen, or the fact that Walgreens spelled backwards is Sneerglaw <---------how EMOSEWA is that?????

Well. O.k. So.

We got to talking the other week about the fact that I am so much older than him. (But! In my defense, he TOTALLY has at least a hundred more grey hairs than me!) Anyhoo...that night, falling asleep, I was thinking about how I am a cradle robber (though when I mentioned it to him I accidentally said he was a graverobber (which in some ways is true...though no jewels will he find here, and also, really because I am a female and females TEND to have longer life expectencies...is that REALLY accurate??? )) Well. So...that night, while falling asleep, I realized that backards Robbing the Cradle turned into Cradle the Robin. But I was too tired to write it down to remember to tell my man in the morning. So. Here it is, weeks later, and my man mentions little birds. SO! The title of this little rant is something I meant to write on my list a long time ago.

And isn't that neat, A? Cradle the Robin. Yeah, yeah...I like the sounda' that.