Monday, June 08, 2009
I want to name the gapping hole in our hallway ceiling because I think it might be there for awhile. Might as well be able to say "hey!" to Jerry or Enrique or whatever.
I had to stop reading my book on Sesame Street history this morning because I reached Jim Henson's memorial service and didn't want to cry in front of twenty other bus riders.
Why oh why am I this sore from *roller skating?* (Related: who remembered that skating parties were so very awesome?)