What’s missing in this dreamy photo?
I’ll tell you what’s missing… for starters, my dog. In the real world, my dog would be on that white mattress/cushion thing doing her digging thing until she collapsed into an exhausted heap to sleep for 2 whole minutes. Then she’d jump down onto that snow-white carpet and repeat the process before chewing and eating the fringe.
Know what else is missing?
My husband. In the real world, he’d have just mowed the lawn (thank-you honey) and collapsed on that white mattress/cushion thing with his muddy boots up on on the armrest. He’d wipe the sweat off his brow using one of those perdy yellow pillers and have popped open a beer. (The cap would mysteriously wind up inside one of them there lanterns..and he’d insist he had NO IDEA, no idea at all, how it got there.)
Lastly, yours truly is missing from that gorgeous, peaceful, porch scene.
I’m not swinging on that soft mattress/cushion thing in a Lilly Pulitzer ensemble, laptop balanced on toned, tan legs, scrolling through instagram sipping on a Savannah tea with Jimmy Buffet crooning in the background. Nope..
Me n’ Daisy are swingin’ here instead..
At least I’m not yellin’ at anyone.