• My Soph is injured. Jim saw it happen. She leapt off the stairs at her toy and messed up her hip. Day by day she’s putting a little more weight on her injured leg. It’s a bummer, but I’m really impressed by how well she walks with just three good legs.
• I cut my hair short-short four years ago, and I always knew that if I grew it out the process would be painful. I wasn’t wrong. Getting through the awkward in-between stage is killing me. It’s hideous. I need a hat. Or a burlap sack.
• I have two new pens. They are wood. And I made them! A couple weeks ago Jim took me into a woodworking shop to look at lathes, and while there we decided to sign up for a woodturning class. It was this last Friday. My mom was in town, so she attended. And, thrillingly, Brandon and Traci came too! It was the funnest. Now I want to do the next class in the series, in which I shall make a mallet. But what the hell am I gonna do with a mallet?
|Jeanette, our instructor, was awfully patient with my hesitance and idiocy.|
|Here you have Mom Sue, Daughter Megan, Boyfriend Jim, Friend Brandon, and Friend Traci.|
Badass pen crafters all.