is it thursday yet?
Tonight my good friend Marina dragged her little sister along to hang out with us. It was kinda like a talk show reunion with me curling up into a ball for a second and then squealing and jumping up and down (you know what I'm talking about.) She is a 12-year-old, dangly-legged, pig-tailed bundle of scatterbrained energy and barely permitted anyone to finish a sentence, most of all herself. On the walk back toward my house we passed by our favorite "club," the Healthy Spines Club. Then she invited me to accompany her on the first day of school and see my old grade school, which I have been meaning to sneak into all summer. Score.