It's another, identical Anthropologie. My sister, Kim, wanted one just like mine. And no, Boy, she wasn't just humoring me. She really likes it and wants one of her very own. So there. Go clean your room. I could have been knitting this at Panera surrounded by friends and enjoying a bowl of Summer Corn Chowder. Crappity crap crap.
School is out and no longer do I remember to pay attention to the calendar. Our last day was Monday and it already feels like it was so long ago. So strange. I've been back to school twice since then to get my classroom organized. One or two more days and I'll be done for the summer. I think I have a hard time letting go at the end of the year. I like cleaning and organizing the room. Too bad I can't transfer that energy to cleaning and organizing my home. Home is for couch-sitting and sweater-knitting.
It's also for reading. I stopped at the library on the way home and grabbed these:Can't wait to get into bed tonight and flip through the books.
As I was going through papers near the end of school, I re-read a story written by my little tough guy/class clown.
One day I had a football game against Fairfield. I was a left tackle. "Hit," the QB said. Someone tried to blitz. Then a DB ran at me and nailed me big time. But I took the hit like a man.
Nothing better than a 3rd grader who can take it like a man.