Woke up with Whitby's voice ringing in my ears, "Mommy, you have stripes on your forehead". So I went to the desk and pulled out a pair of scissors. Cover the stripes, I will. No big deal, they are only evident when my hair is straight.
I like to think and ponder and wonder and dream. My dad used to call that "piddle-farting around". I can touch my tongue to my nose. I can pick up things with my toes. I love wisteria and yoga, ginko trees and Natalie Merchant, white daisies and white chocolate almond Blue Bell ice cream. Glass doors frighten me. I drink too much diet coke. I like sci-fi. I am a texan. My husband astounds me. I have 3 little monkeys that consume most of my thoughts. They excavate the deepest places of my soul.
2 comments:
Love the bangs, Nik...and I love your stripes! They are smile stripes! :)
Can't wait to see you!
what?!?!!?!? you neglected to mention this today!!
maybe i should break out the scissors too- i've got me some stripes as well :)
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