I've been reading a lot, again. I finished Loving Frank, about the torrid affair between Frank Lloyd Wright and Mamah Borthwick Cheney. So good (and it was) that I had nightmares for two nights afterward. The "surprise ending" was quite a surprise, indeed.
Right now (and with this I mean 2 minutes ago), I'm reading Eat Pray Love, which is apparently written by my soul-sister, except she has no fear and she's published 3 books and used to write for GQ.
Do I have fear, or am I just too busy (and with this I mean too lazy)?
Sam was sick all week, including fever. Karis is dead meat. I witnessed E.B. biting Sam right in front of me too. E. B. will not be around long. I took Sam back to school Friday and he did great. Karis still had a runny nose, so I made sure to say loudly, "Oh, look, Karis, you still have a runny nose." The teacher said, "Oh, I heard that Sam was sick...I'm so sorry." Yeah, whatever.
When I picked Sam up, he smiled at me and ran (and with this I mean ran) across the room to a little sink in the wall. He looked at me, putting his hands into the sink with no running water, showing me his new skill. Hand washing. That's great, sweetie (heart beats faster because I'm so in love).
He'll be one this week, and I'll be 29 again. That is so weird. I was almost too young to have a kid.
I have his birthday party planned from start to finish. I'm actually taking a night off with my girlfriends the night before and heading to Lake Monroe, near Bloomington, for some wine and conversation. My friends are all readers, and they love wine. Can't beat it with a stick.
Matt is chatting with his best friend Christian in California right now. Christian's father and I have a mutual crush on one another. He owned a French restaurant in Orange County, and I'm the only woman among Matt's friends who could talk some smack with him (with this, I mean French cuisine). ; )
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