I'm not sure what to do with this space. Over the years, my interest has waxed & waned, and this little corner of interwebz has been invaluable for me. Good for retaining sanity.

But it's so accidentally accessible. Hard to be as honest as I'd like to be when my grandmother could google my screen name and read about prior sexings, puppies, and my attempts at world domination.

What to do what to do.

OOOOH OOH OOH
snippets?
that's been awhile.

-Caleb laughed when I punctuated a statement by cracking my knuckles. Implied threats are funny coming from short girls wearing size 5 1/2 thrift-store pink Crocs.

-Sat on the dock out at White Rock Lake the other night with the dogs, basking in sunset and flowing currents and 68-degree loveliness.

-So strange, watching someone grow over the years. This slouching, awkward kid transformed into a lean, muscled man with close-cropped hair, wary eyes, and a reformed posture that brings him to 6'3. He's learned how to intimidate and how to charm, how to show just enough vulnerability to be accessible and appealing without losing the practiced aura of command. He hates it when I smirk and throw him a mock salute from across the room, behind the back of whoever he's charming. Which is, of course, why I do it.

-My ceiling is leaking. I have an upstairs neighbor. This is so totally not a good thing.