in my mailbox this morning...
"...i tried to walk to two different destinations tonight, and both times were interrupted by one thought or another, on what was - i think - the same sidewalk tile.
I've noticed that the moon is in half tonight, which might shed some light on my supreme indecisiveness.
NO, but seriously, what's shakin'? There is a toy dinosaur on my desk who/that is wearing a party hat/crown: he's the life of the party, or so he should be. He even squeeks and squeels just as a real-life Party Dino did, back in the day....or as those pesky palentologists say 'back in the period'...
I have developed a new snack sensation that has the potential of sweeping the globe: Chasins. So I am learning The Art Of Persuasion...."
"...this letter comes to you from a changed woman. When I got up this morning I checked to see if I was different; I did not see anything different although, come to think of it, my hair has gone moderately straight...
Anyway - It Is Official: the easy-breezy single times have drawn to a close. I have a right-hand-man to roll with. Lucky for me he does not think that I am too crazy and I think that he is crazy enough to cold-chill with me; we make a fine pair..."
xo twyla.
