tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544560780261366973.post2364242182698253022..comments2023-10-21T01:11:55.556-07:00Comments on Five Crows: Good morning, EricaLouise Plummerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09305804499876081623noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544560780261366973.post-4680737607901997362009-06-18T10:04:14.444-07:002009-06-18T10:04:14.444-07:00I've wondered the same thing. There's a li...I've wondered the same thing. There's a line somewhere, beyond which is vanity, vanity, all is vanity. But where's the line? <br /><br />My mom thought it was vanity to dye her hair.<br /><br />Here's a poem for you (by me) (and I apologize--this comment format is messing up the lineation):<br /><br />Angels of Mercy<br /><br />The Seventh Ward Relief Society<br />presidency argued long and soft<br />whether Janie Goodmansen deserved<br />to have the sisters bring her family meals.<br />It seems that precedent was vague--<br />no one was sure if "boob job" qualified<br />as a legitimate call for aid.<br />Janie herself had never asked for help--<br />a fault they found it harder to forgive<br />even than the vanity behind<br />the worldliness of D-cup ambition.<br />But in the end charity did not fail.<br />The sisters marched on in grim duty<br />each evening clutching covered casseroles<br />(for, after all, it wasn't the children's fault).<br />More than once, though, by some oversight<br />the dessert came out a little short, as if<br />by some consensus they all knew<br />that Janie's husband, Jim, could do <br />without a piece of pie that night.Darlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02390374931911258822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544560780261366973.post-5564901592653291242009-04-04T05:58:00.000-07:002009-04-04T05:58:00.000-07:00Anne, we will always know the truth.Anne, we will always know the truth.dedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00706156236266876727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544560780261366973.post-51026860095390012972009-04-03T21:49:00.000-07:002009-04-03T21:49:00.000-07:00I had forgotten how awful it was to wake up lookin...I had forgotten how awful it was to wake up looking at you, Louise. I've imagined you as the gorgoeus girl I married. I'm delusional. Stay in Newport Beach. Don't come home. I'll manage.Tom Plummerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16187000149768704274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544560780261366973.post-84260148122449759732009-04-03T20:55:00.000-07:002009-04-03T20:55:00.000-07:00Dede! Erica! Do you believe her when she says 12...Dede! Erica! Do you believe her when she says 12:30 isn't the correct time?<BR/><BR/>(I love her, too!)Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03435959688644291813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544560780261366973.post-74321551077868748152009-04-03T20:49:00.000-07:002009-04-03T20:49:00.000-07:00This isn't the correct time. I swear it.This isn't the correct time. I swear it.Louise Plummerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09305804499876081623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544560780261366973.post-44065904411500794442009-04-03T19:05:00.000-07:002009-04-03T19:05:00.000-07:00Good morning Sunshine! Oh, how I love you.Good morning Sunshine! Oh, how I love you.Ericahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10056118295604674159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-544560780261366973.post-11915089322193324082009-04-03T12:53:00.000-07:002009-04-03T12:53:00.000-07:00I love that this is good morning at what 12:30 you...I love that this is good morning at what 12:30 your time? You never change and that is one of the things we LOVE about you!<BR/>I can't wait until I can sleep until noon.<BR/><BR/>I'm not opposed to "getting work done". My only beef is that it seems like we are almost expected to in our society.dedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00706156236266876727noreply@blogger.com