Today is quite possibly one of the most beautiful days ever. It's cold, a couple of degrees beyond brisk, and foggy, but not too much - my absolute favorite kind of day. I'm hoping it will be like this tomorrow too since it's my birthday tomorrow and I'd like the world to comply with my grand plans.
And don't go wishing me a happy birthday and all that. I'm entering into my late 30's tomorrow, which feels kind of funky. Like I need more funk this fall.
The crows that stand on my face each night while I'm sleeping to leave their prints have started to invite friends and really, I think that's just rude.
Boy1 has told me he's had it with school. It's "interesting and all that" but he's tired of it. Shall I tell him he has at least 11 years left?
Boy2 gets miffed if we call him anything but Spiderman.