(star, if you want to talk bird, catch me at church on sunday!)
well, faithful readers, another week draws to a close. another week where curtis' car died (again.), a kid got sick (including throwing up), there wasn't enough sleep (is there ever?), our roof is still holy (hole-y?) and it was too frickin cold (stop saying "but you're from canada!" there's a reason i left, people.)
but there is hope i am holding on to.
i am a girl with a dream... a dream of winning an essay contest with a big cash prize. and if i win said miraculous essay contest, before i blow it all on a snazzy new roof, i am going to buy a beagle puppy! yes i am! this is the deal i have with curtis - no prize, no puppy. i understand completely, cause they're expensive, especially initially: puppy, shots, neutering, accessories, et al. BUT ... if i win... victory all around! i will name him "essay" (imagine ... "c'mere, essay!" ha!) or maybe "st. francis" (the patron saint of animals, and call him 'frankie') so come one, come all, and pray with me for essay contest victory... mamma needs a new roof... but mostly, Essay!