Monday, July 6, 2009

Daddy's Little Girl

Not so long ago (cause Ms. Tastrophie is NOT that old) in a land far, far away.  Where flying monkeys and ugly green witches were mean to stylish girls dressed in the latest farm fashions with fabulous shoes, lived a sweet innocent little girl.  On this particular moon lit night our petite heroine was very tired.  She had been on a long journey (a car ride aimed at getting her to shut up and go to sleep) and was very tired (the trick worked).  Now her Knight in Shinning Armor (AKA Dad) was carrying her into the house for her beauty sleep (trust me, she slept A LOT as a kid).  

The night was cool and clear.  The crickets chirping in the breeze.  The weather brimming with the lightness of spring.  The moon full of future promises.  Clearly the fates were whispering of something to come as they looked down upon our Knight and his maiden fair.  Because it was was on that night that his lovely little girl would utter the words that would change his life forever.  

With eyes full of slumber, she looked high into the sky at the bright shining moon and then at her Knight.  She smiled her sweetest and most sincere smile then pointed her small cherub finger up into the night.  She asked, in the simplest of little girl voices, "Daddy, will you give me the moon?"  It was at that very moment that our Knight in Shinning Armor knew, in his heart of hearts, that his life was never going to be the same.  His little girl was



Maine said...


(That's all I have to say about that!)

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

Aren't "daddy's little girl" and "high maintenance" synonyms?

Wine and Words said...

Ahhh yes. Danger, danger, Will Robinson! Little girls, medium girls, big girls....really not that different. We all want some man to harness the light and chase away all the shadows.

dg said...

The only thing more maintenance that us wee precious Daddy's girls is this crazy bullshit funeral for MJ.

LarryLilly said...

Missy Miss Lisa

A couple of your posts. It seems that summer has given you some time to unclutter your head, open up your inner child, revealed your insecurities and laid open for those wanting to see the colors in your ears.

"I see sounds, I hear colors squeeze me I am an orange" you say over and over again.

Take some more time off, rest up soon the beathces of LAST year will be back at school again, and so will you!

And I assume that the stint at Quantico Island/ Paris Island or Twentynine Palms/ Camp Pendelton was a burn out?

But please, dont leave us hanging, tell us more. Your followers/stalkers want to know more.