Praise is Good

I finished the first big point essay for my English class. According to an emailer from the class, I have a "beautiful lyric style". Of course the essay, all about my first real confrontation with mortality, moved my Sister to convulsions of laughter. Perhaps it is only lyric to those who don't know me.

Not my children

The Curliest is calling the Verbalist an idiot at the top of her lungs. I thought they'd be in their teens before this happened, not 3 and 8.