I'd like to tell you.
There is so much to write about. About Wendy, and her new sharp little fang. About how suddenly this week she decided that crawling really is the most efficient mode of transportation, especially toward cats. About how a few days ago, just as Carl was saying "I bet if she just got her hands up on the rail, she could stand..." she did just that.
I'd like to write about how excited I am to see Jaimie and Eddie in a few days, and how he is going to be three soon and how breathless with vertigo that makes me, seeing as it was only a few weeks ago that he was born, right?
I'd write all about the financial miracles that have been serindipitously bestowed upon us to allow us all to go to Pennsic this year, and the mad frantic sewing that I am trying to do beforehand.
But I just don't have the time. Because right now, I am walking out the door to go pick up the LAST HARRY POTTER BOOK, and that just takes prescedent over everything.
I know you understand.
People In Your Neighborhood
1 week ago