Better Off in a Pine Box

Another day and the cemetery is still peaceful and calm. Doug Stone's lyrics, "I'd be better off in a pine box.." seem to float carelessly through the air. If you had asked me five years ago, my pine box would have had to have come complete with coordinating socks, shoes, hair accessories, and jewelry. The outside of the box would also had to have been engraved or embossed with meticulous and intricate details which of course would coordinate with my interior outfit! Now, with an infant and a toddler running around, I think I'd be content just to lie somewhere, anywhere, for a few moments of peaceful and quiet rest. If I hadn't had time to swipe a comb through my hair and if I smelled like baby spit-up, oh well. I hear the bugs don't care anyway.