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[da]

Tonight, on our walk:

It was decided that if I dye my hair blue in a pageboy, and I get photographed eating a cherry for a national advertising campaign, that is a dumpable offense. ...Dying my hair blue, in itself, is not a dumpable offense.


An idle speculation: at our local independent theatre, are the four choices of movie (war, violence, corpses, and insanity) really just about Halloween, or is it something more subtle?

It is best that d. and I not have kids. That is all.

We walked past our friends David and Lesley's house, and their younger child was dancing in the middle of the street with a friend. It was fairly dark at that point, and raining. We got close enough to see that Laura was dressed up in a huge wig, sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt. They said they were rain-dancing. As soon as we left, they started dancing again.

It must be great, being seven.

Comments

[kraig.livejournal.com]

I haven't danced in the rain, but I enjoy going out for a good puddle jumping every now and again.

Growing older is mandatory; growing up is not.

[melted-snowball.livejournal.com]

I haven't puddle jumped in ages, but I have taken roverthedog on several puddle comparison and evaluation tours...