When I was in the fourth grade, my teacher, Mrs. Fischer, asked me to sign something for class. So I did. After I finished scribbling my pen across the page(probably eraseable blue, you know the kind that smudged all over the damn place), she perked up and seemed interested in what I had done. She looked at me and asked, "Is everything alright?" ( Read more... )

...Maybe it was the music ( Read more... )

I think it's high time the boys went out on an adventure.

I've decided to maybe write in this again ( Read more... )

Not many will rival the weekend that just passed.

Today, as the tiny, yellow flowers daringly popped their necks out of the ground in my backyard, I witnessed puppy love in it's first and second stages ( Read more... )

I wrote your name and burned it ( Read more... )

Let's do something fun this weekend!!!

Euphoria.

An older woman invited me to "dinner." Without really knowing how to say no, I panicked and agreed. Is that a date? No, it can't be. I refuse to believe she's baiting me into a Mrs. Robinson situation.

Still though, can you imagine me dining with a forty-something, acupuncturist, neighbor!?!?