Gypsies in the Palace

Well, as you are probably aware, I am able to tap the incredible library of poetry that most call Jimmy Buffett's repertoire and find a song lyric for almost any occasion. This time, Lily, the Boys and I find ourselves TEMPORARILY (thank God) without the glue that holds our family together.....namely Emily. She is in Atlanta taking one of her medical board examinations, and we are left up here all by ourselves until Tuesday night. So, some slightly altered lyrics from Jimmy Buffett's "Gypsies in the Palace".....

So long Boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to see you earn your bling,
The limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone,
Me and Lils will watch your place and treat it like our own

Look at all this Gerber
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in her closet, I swear she wouldn't mind
Hell, we''ll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time

We're gypsies in the palace, she's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no fight
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight

And finally, some pictures for the Mama who is most likely missing her baby girl....and yes, she got in the laundry basket all on her own!