That's what Bob said, anyway. If you know my uncle, you'll get it (or not). SO, birthday rundown: it was perfect. The whole weekend was perfect. Now I'm a year older. Wahoo.
Now it's Monday and I'm stuck back with homework, and confusion, an unfinished college application, and unfiled taxes. Did I mention confusion?
Crap. I can't even remember what I'm supposed to be doing anymore.
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well that uncle bob can sure turn a phrase....now wonder we love him so much! I am wondering if that last phrase is a quote of his too...sounds just like him. ;)
Glad it was a perfect weekend...which is why reality is looking a bit dim today. Amen.
love you...chicago ant.
haha. that last part was all me. but it does sound like him, doesn't it? kinda scary... ;)
dear dear ivy, i am sooooooooo happy that you leapt over to my table for v day because i'd lost your blog address and was trying all sorts of variations on a theme to get back here, to no avail. love catching up with what you're up to, and writing. happy happy 19. oh my. such youth and such sublime sweet promise. if i had been smart enough and together enough to have a blog at 19, God only knows what i woulda been doing at 51!!!!!!! go for it, you impress the heck outa me. and thank you for leading the bread crumbs back to here......a faraway writerfriend.....
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