WELCOME TO THE WORLD BABY ETHAN!
WE LOVE YOU,

Josie

I am going to get my locks scissor'd this afternoon. It's been 4 months since I have had a haircut which is a beauty no-no for girlies. It's worth the money not only for the cut but to have someone tossle, pull and play with your hair. Heavenly. I could deal without the forced coversation. I wanna close my eyes, enjoy the head rub and daydream about mini-monkeys.

It's December 6 and I've yet to purchase one Christmas gift. That's right. This is typical of me and really I am far more efficient under pressure. It wouldn't be out of the norm for me to wait until Christmas Eve, in fact. Don't get me wrong, I have made my list and I could easily knock out my shopping in 2 hours (easy!) but that would be, well, too easy. I enjoy the madness, the disarray, the chest pains.

During lunch I saw a lady on the usual bum stand at the corner of a stoplight holding an “I am Hungry” sign and a bright pink toy guitar. Her intent was to give the instrument away in exchange for food. I was consumed with emotion yet it was difficult to determine whether it was anger or sadness. Did the child know his momma was selling his strummer on the streets ? Would anyone actually accept the guitar? At first I thought it was her desire to lure in potential traders with a tune but when I didn’t see a guitar case where the cash goes I totally dismissed that idea. The thing that amazed me the most is that the smiley woman was seemingly happy and was kind to those that greeted her. She was probably high. Talk about hard times.

I've got nothing clever to say and I am exhausted ~ I will try to chat tomorrow.

Goodnight, J