Saturday, May 24, 2008

Things That are Not Good

Talking to a woman on the playground for twenty minutes today only to realize as we were parting that she had no idea who I was.

My mother calling me this morning to tell me she's got the Shingles.

My mother telling me that Charlie may have the chicken pox.

My mother telling me that I should probably leave the playground now--just to be safe.

Not being able to finish the twenty-four invitations we made by hand.