Wantings
by Barbara Herel
“Pulling a Veruca” – that’s what my daughter and I call it when someone whines and pouts like the mink-coated brat, Vercua Salt, from Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory. Trouble is, I’m the one doing it these days. You can hear me sing this obnoxious tune every time I look at my worn-out couch: I want a couch
I want a new couch
One that is more chic than it is shabby. Don’t make me batty.
Give it to me
Now!
And cue the Oompa Loompas to cart me and said furniture away…. […]