How do I love thee let me count the ways…

I thought Shakespeare wrote the above poem; it was Elizabeth B Browning. I thought it would be slick to address it to the girls who drew all these pretty pictures; that would be lecherous.  You see, it’s very hard to express the viscosity of 9 year-old girlmagic. Ya see, the second line of that poem is: I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach…

And now I sound like Mama Nabokov.  So the best way to bottle nymphmagic is to make them little slaves and spinners, and have them draw for you.  And actually, this is not 100% girly girl, as there’s also some inspiration here of the 5 yr old boy persusaion.  And ambrosia is Doritos and Cap’n Crunch hate snax, and the perfume is ammonium laureth sulfate.

Less I love thee to the level of each days most quiet need, and more slap-on-the-oops! after a good 12 hour day of legal knowledge imprisonment.

Hearts,

DF