I Will Be In OZ!



Ever have one of those days where you wish that damn tornado would come and take you to OZ!

I would even wear those tacky red ruby slippers if I had to.

I can’t sing but there has to a recording somewhere I can lip sync too.

I would follow the yellow brick road and if the crazy lion and straw man and tin man want to come they better keep their distance. I have enough crazy shit in my life and don’t need their problems.

The wicked witch would totally meet her match and I am not afraid of flying monkeys, I have 3 kids, try dealing with them for a week.

So bring it on!

When entering the emerald city, that large castle thing with all the strange people about-- somewhat like a mall in the city—I will not be looking for the green head that has the wisdom, or the little man behind the curtain. I will be looking for the spa, the deli, and some better-looking shoes.

When I am finished and had my fill of strange but yet far away from reality break from my life, I will return on a broomstick, chanting.


“I am ready to come home.”