Longer Hair, Finally

I think my hair has reached the "no-longer-short" category. It's not long. But it's not short.

Baby steps.

An Edible Afternoon

Somedays are so so pretty, I just want to hug them. Or eat them. They're so perfectly warmish but coolish enough for a soft long-sleeved sweater. They're perfect for sitting outside a coffee shop and watching other happy humans buy things they don't need, smile at people they don't know, and bop their heads to music they barely hear.

I think a pretty day in New Orleans is prettier than any beautiful day in some other city. But I am fantastically biased...

A Letter

Dear Jerkface,

The next time you are inclined to speed in the middle of a rain shower AND do so dangerously close to a sidewalk, please keep in mind that the humans you see walking to school on the side of the road are trying really hard to stay dry. That's why they're carrying umbrellas. So, you can deduce from this that they are not appreciative of being drenched by the puddle your wormstinking carcass of a car just plowed through. I hope you have a really rotten day. I hope your peanut butter and jelly sandwich gets totally smashed. And I hope the apple slices your mommy packed for you (yes, you are 45 and still live at home) are brown and nasty by the time you get to eat your lunch.

Sincerely,

Me