Thursday, March 1, 2012

Notes on a Day

You know you’ve been accepted into their world when a group of five year old girls marches you arm-in-arm around the playground chanting “Angry Birds!” at the top of their lungs. Shrug, don’t know what it meant, but I wish I had a picture.

If I had a nickel for every shoe I tied this year or every coat I zipped. I may not be a millionaire, but it’s nice to be needed.

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