On the drum: Wouldn't it be great if toys stayed in this price range for the rest of her life? Creative recycling, I call it.
In other news:
The search for Pampa. Every man with gray hair is now "Pampa". The hippie guy at the park, the Phillipino Orkin man --all it takes is gray hair and Tessa thinks she's finally found Pampa in the flesh. We need to get to Utah soon and visit the real grandpas.
Speaking of the Orkin Man... our left arms go to him on Tuesday. Until then, I just pray that I don't have to see Those Who Must Not Be Named. Kill them. Just kill them. Pump my wall with magical expensive foam and let's be done with it.
Serves me right. I poked fun at people getting lose and loose mixed up, and then today I sent out an email to a class I'm teaching making that very mistake. Head hanging down.
Petunia Party. I planted Petunias. Surely I can keep these renegade flowers alive. Right? Right?
And finally, Fun with Finals. Woooohhoooo! Goooo, Jake! He took one today and is pushing on for two more. The light is up just ahead.