I like Mousethief's first post about picking too many daisies and the kids go hungry.

All of my life I've had the luxury of picking lots of daisies, and I have, it's just my nature I guess. But there was always someone else making sacrifices (parents, hubby, good friend) so that I had that luxury. If I had my life to live over, I would pick fewer daisies and establish a career that I could go back to instead of trying to break into a new field every few years.

It's easy for me to look down my nose with disdain at people who are in my opinion "materialistic," but I sure do enjoy my computer, and my dependable car, and the college education I have, and the freedom to choose my daily activities for the most part. I'm very grateful to those that have made it easier for me to have daisy pickin' times.

Anyone remember the thread about the song "I''ll Bring You a Daisy a Day?" We had trouble finding the sheet music for that one. It's a smarmy song, but one with fond memories for me. (Hubby pulled up several plants, roots and all, and said, "Am I ahead for awhile?")