A tombstone is a biography in stone
Ironically, I'm working on my research paper about cemeteries on Easter Sunday. But at least I've managed to amuse myself by citing myself as a source. I wrote an article a couple months ago about the cemetery near my mom's house, so instead of citing the personal interviews I conducted, I'm citing my own article. It's more fun that way. We'll see if Dixon notices.
I know. I'm a superfreak. :-p Actually, according to Lexi, I'm a fat owl. Charissa told her to tell me yesterday that I'm foul, and Lexi turned to me and said, "Sarah! You're a fat owl!" But Charissa was wearing a Batman t-shirt, and Lexi kept calling her "Fatman," so we're even.
Still 11 too many days until Reid's here. But at least now I can say "Reid's coming next week."
Mom doesn't expect me to still be in the state by the Fourth of July. I hope she's right.
I know. I'm a superfreak. :-p Actually, according to Lexi, I'm a fat owl. Charissa told her to tell me yesterday that I'm foul, and Lexi turned to me and said, "Sarah! You're a fat owl!" But Charissa was wearing a Batman t-shirt, and Lexi kept calling her "Fatman," so we're even.
Still 11 too many days until Reid's here. But at least now I can say "Reid's coming next week."
Mom doesn't expect me to still be in the state by the Fourth of July. I hope she's right.