I want this book.
So, the last few days haven't been quite as wonderful as Thursday, but honestly, I've been riding for a fall. The sooner I stop being an idiotic teenager, the better.
I was flipping through Wayside School is Falling Down (one of my favorite books as a kid) and found an advertisement for another series of books in the back. Polly, if you're even out there anymore, I think you'll appreciate this the most.
Thomas Jefferson was an alien? Who knew!
Also: it was very windy today. Think of Ghostie's pictures of snow, only substituted with wind and a lot less cold. Our fence blew over in two spots, and the damn dog still didn't run away. Because the wind kicked up so much dust (and fence poles), the sky was a weird shade of brownish orange. As I glanced out the window while I was working out, I reflected that if I were ever to write a book about my extreme environmentalist beliefs, I would call it Mommy, Why Is The Sky Brown?.
Seeing as I don't have extreme environmentalist beliefs and therefore am unlikely to write a book about them, the point is moot.
I was flipping through Wayside School is Falling Down (one of my favorite books as a kid) and found an advertisement for another series of books in the back. Polly, if you're even out there anymore, I think you'll appreciate this the most.
Thomas Jefferson was an alien? Who knew!
Also: it was very windy today. Think of Ghostie's pictures of snow, only substituted with wind and a lot less cold. Our fence blew over in two spots, and the damn dog still didn't run away. Because the wind kicked up so much dust (and fence poles), the sky was a weird shade of brownish orange. As I glanced out the window while I was working out, I reflected that if I were ever to write a book about my extreme environmentalist beliefs, I would call it Mommy, Why Is The Sky Brown?.
Seeing as I don't have extreme environmentalist beliefs and therefore am unlikely to write a book about them, the point is moot.