I'm working on a project.
I can't wait to tell you about it.
I've also joined the world of twitter.
Who knows? Maybe I'll stay, maybe I won't.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to decide whether I prefer the air to feel like pea soup or a deep fat fryer. New England Summers: I love them.
I've finished a book. Details forthcoming.
I discovered that my parents have something in common.
They both broke neighbors' windows as children.
By throwing rocks. On purpose. Devilish kids.
Look at the gene pool I've gotten myself in to.
I took two daughters to a dance that was a bust.
Note for guys: if you want girls to stick around, do not be found screaming song lyrics at the top of your lungs in a dark room. Sketchy.
We may be outgrowing the doll phase at our house.
I don't think I'm sad.
There's a closet full of dolls, beds, clothing and accessories awaiting the
re-group? or store? verdict.
And tomorrow we head to the theater.
Summer is grand.