I love window seats.
Still undecided about wind chimes.
Do not like layers of curtains or wall-to-wall carpeting.
Mr. G got a goal in soccer last night.
I watched the petition get passed around the sidelines of the games. I'm the catalyst for some outrage against Happyland Elementary's flawed decision making and it makes me proud to see other people taking up the cause.
The oil spill story horrifies me.
Mr. D will miss coaching another of Mr. B's games this week.
Mr. B likes referring to me as "Hot Tamale" because he hears me call Mr. D that when I answer the phone.
I call him "Hot Stuff."
I need to spray the fruit trees. Today.
And find out what the carry-on requirements are since I last flew.
Spill it, reader. In little bits.