Roses are Red...

Okay, help me out here. I've got to come up with a Valentine for City Boy. I won't have to stretch my imagination too far to come up with something better than a toilet bowl brush, of course. I'd like to write him a personal little poem. Personal, but with your help. Something along the lines of:

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

When you come home

You know what we'll do...

See...I'm not much of a poet. I need help.

City Boy likes to play in the dirt just like farmboys!

Darling and I have enjoyed seeing the Valentines that are being posted on every one's blogs. I'm afraid we're just not as talented as many of you. However, we're trying to figure out how to incorporate two huge books of wallpaper samples into some projects. Have you got any ideas? Please let me know if you do.

Speaking of Darling...she's leaving me tomorrow. Sniff. I've had her home with me for the past two and a half years. City Boy is not a fan of homeschooling, and Darling, being 13, has decided a social life should involve more than mom (even with field trips to local graveyards, can you imagine?) So the two of them have ganged up on me and tomorrow she's off to school...her first ever day of public school.

Darling likes having her picture taken!
She's sporting her knitted hat and newly tortured skirt :)

Okay, well now that I've got that off my chest...Geek Boy Grammar Nazi needs a date for Valentines Day. No, scratch that...he doesn't believe in Valentine's Day, so he needs an anti-valentine date. I told him I'd post here and find him a girl, but he says only emu emo people blog. What's an emo people, do you know?

GBGN doesn't like having his picture taken...he's shy!

Darling, if you're reading this, it's your bedtime! Past your bedtime! You've got to get up before the sun rises tomorrow. (Darling thinks civilized people don't crawl out from under the covers prior to noon.)

Wake up, sleepy head!

But back to my original request. Post a comment and let me know how to finish my poem, okay? And remember, my 13 year old Darling sometimes sneaks in and reads it, so try not to get too racey with your comments (you can just email me directly with those!)