Saturday, November 1, 2008
evening November 1.
and now it's evening, the sliding door is still open, and it's a magical time. the arms are done for the mermaid. pearls for this girl. Ross called. he's so very down. he just can't stop feeling sorry for himself and get up and do something. I'm hungry and I want to watch my netflix movie. no, I don't know what it is. going to go and buy a microwave. both daughters have offered to pay for it. love those girls. time to scramble some eggs. I'm tired and scratchy voiced.