Last week, while Hadley was waiting for her ballet class to start (Harper’s class is first), she and I wrote notes to each other. She started it.
I’ve found that if you’re going to tell a joke, get the word right. Otherwise, people are going to think you’re from the midwest and you’re really thirsty.
Well, at least she “nodiced” the mistake.
I’ve never been good with numbers, but if they’re close to words, I can usually keep up.
Isn’t that a cute hen? That’s as good as the art gets, folks.
Look at her asking me about my work. We were just talking about poop and now look where we are.
What do you think of my definition of a rough draft? I didn’t have a textbook near me or anything!
Hmmm….I think I need to work on that one a bit.
Because you’d rather talk about poop then my writing? That’s fine. That’s juuuuust fine.