I promise I will always have pennies in my coin purse in case we happen upon a fountain, for I will never stand for you missing out on anything upon which you can attach a wish. I promise to let you stay home from school every January 8th, and we will have Elvis sandwiches and watch his movies all day long. (We will tell your teachers it is a religious holiday.) Continue reading
Waitin’ ’round the bend.
My huckleberry friend,
Moonriver, and me.”
There is this thing about me. I do not feel things passively. Feelings usually pass through me like thunderstorms.
“I don’t understand the question, and I won’t respond to it.”
I’m totally swiping this post off another blog I lurked on today. But I thought it was funciful and so now I’m putting my Brittanyesque spin on it. Well, not so much as putting my own spin on it so much as answering the questions myself…