I am so listening. I am. I'm memorizing every word you speak and at the same time, I'm noticing that your socks are different colors and there is egg yolk on your chin. And this whole conversation you don't think I'm listening to will appear in my next blog. So you might as well forgive me now.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Saturday in July: components
1. The sofa formerly known as Mine. 2. Light hitting Freda. 3. "Dance" in progress