The early morning version of the daily dilly-dally:
If your secret ninja power happens to involve divining the location of items lost, you might send me some of that action. I cannot find my wallet. 😦
I ran 109 miles in January. Not too impressive when you divide it by 31, but it still was a month with a day mot missed.
If someone would have told me sooner that volunteering at the kids’ school book fair would have earned me a ten dollar gift certificate to said book fair, I would have dragged my fanny down to help out sooner.
The weekend is upon us. At the edge of every weekend I am filled with hope: hope for a clean house, hope for some productive writing sessions, hope for a decent movie for movie night (this weekend it’s a double header: Open Season and High School Musical). At the edge of this particular weekend, however, I’m only hoping that a small light-blue canvas wallet finds its way back to me.
And for that reason, I will *not* do the Friday happy dance in class today. There’s nothing happy about canceling credit cards and paying inordinate fees to have IDs and licenses replaced. Bleh.