I should start at the top of the morning. The 9 YO boy debuted his mad skillz as a photojournalist. He's got reporting in his blood from Gramp-A-Long and a fair amount of language ability from both Gigi and Grammanina. Also, as he reported to KOLD, his mom is always at school and I guess his boredom with that or my insistence that he entertain himself inspired him. The story was written one morning after a Borton Community Garden meeting and during the time I take the girl's class into the garden. Use the link since my scanned copy, well you can see the problem with it.
Then the Friday routine hit with the BELL coffee cart (donations welcome), frequent readers help (the 6 YO made a book mark and earned two books to reward her, er, frequent reading), work for pay, then help the newly single mechanic watch himself and his kid on television (Did you hear that girls? I have a single male friend who can fix stuff AND be daddy about school). Around lunch, I came home to find gently used shorts for the boy and these freshly picked goodies.
These oranges are HUGEMONGOUS! That's one of the largest bowls we have and you can see the oranges dwarf it. I need a new descriptor for my friends because they are beyond "awesome" and "generous" to the degree of "intergalactic" and "magnanimous" or something like that. OH! I needn't neglect reporting the glorious package from the artiste in Oklahoma with 50 YO heirloom 4 o'clock and lemon basil seeds, pet rocks, a pep talk, a totem for the chicks, and an indication that my pal also loves credit unions.
Oh, but that's not the end of the day. The librarian sent to the planet to make my life wonderful set up a little RR viewing on the big screen. Robyn, point out to your mother that one of her hand sewn dresses made it onto national television. If you look carefully, I'm person in the crowd 1, person in the crowd 2, person in the crowd 3 ....
Hawt Mz Molly was mas bella tan siempre (I'm trying to learn Spanish again), if a bit touchy at being the center of the universe for all of 3 minutes. Molly, I know you love math, so how about this equation? 15-3= 12 more minutes of fame to account for. What's next?
I hope it never ends.