May 25, 2005

Decided:(subtitled Please Don't Explain.)


The Artist, tears streaming down her face. I'm not going. I'll be crying the whole night. I'll go if my reward is I don't go. I'll be too afraid. Are we going to have to sleep outside? I'm too scared. I won't go unless you or Aba(father) can come.


The Artist, face all smiles I need to know what I need to bring. Toilet paper? Eww, we're going to go outside? (giggles) A cable car! I'm afraid of heights (covers grinning face). They are going to give us food? I hope it is hot lunch. Okay, bye.
as she trots off to school, permission slip in hand.

Expected after the trip

The Artist, face happy and a bit sad Why did we have to come back so soon? It was so much fun! I wish we could have stayed a week! It was the best time! Do you know what I saw?.

Ima wonders if in her next life she can come back as a bird.

Posted by Rachel Ann at May 25, 2005 07:01 AM

I see that you've done some redecorating. It's now very hard to read your posts, not enough contrast between the writing and background.

Maybe it's just me.

Posted by: muse at May 25, 2005 01:51 PM
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