Writing here is a little like having a big group of friends over for coffee and cookies (not that I ever do that in real life) (though maybe we would if we all lived in the same town) (not that you'd HAVE to come over, I'm just saying you COULD) (it's not like I'd literally FORCE you, I'd just waft cookie aromas out the window and you would be drawn in AGAINST YOUR WILL) (I now return you to the sentence already in progress): it's comfy, it's easy, we rarely disagree except on the BIG issues such as how often children should be bathed, and I'm always having happy thoughts like, "I can't wait to tell them about THIS!"
Over the three-day weekend, I worked on my first post as a contributing writer over at SundryBuzz. That was more like...giving a speech in front of my high school. Have I ever mentioned I won speech contests in high school? I liked writing the speeches, but if you won you had to give them in front of the whole school.
My high school was pretty nice to people as high schools go, and so no one openly taunted me or HOOTED or anything, but that feeling of getting up in front of ALL THOSE PEOPLE and then having to SAY SOMETHING---yagghhh. What I used to do was have my few good friends sit right in the middle, so I could deliver the speech to people with friendly familiar faces.
I wonder if you'd mind going over and sitting in the middle.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...