What’s the difference in getting what you want and in settling for what they’ve got?
Why do I always feel like a nag, a shrew when I search for days and weeks and months and nothing I find will do?
So I go along to get along and accept the next best thing, but I plump it up with pillows and color and try to give it zing.
But in the back of my mind I always think, next time I’ll hold out. Next time there’ll be no doubt.
That I got exactly what I wanted and not just what they offered. Maybe.
Praying for Eyebrowz 