thank you, and good night
ah, well.
the house is quiet. no more tiny feet tramping up the front steps, no more shaving-creamed teenagers draped in their parents' sheets, no more shy chaperones quietly ogling the pumpkins.
the kids were sweet this year -- more thank-you's than last year, and for once i didn't make any little girls cry with my badass witch hat.
i did spook isabel, though. she kept looking up at the hat, her eyes bulging from her little grey head. but then, just as she did with icebat, she conquered her fear and curled up in my lap, a stray neon hair caught in her paw.
life's good.
thank you, and good night
ah, well.
the house is quiet. no more tiny feet tramping up the front steps, no more shaving-creamed teenagers draped in their parents' sheets, no more shy chaperones quietly ogling the pumpkins.
the kids were sweet this year -- more thank-you's than last year, and for once i didn't make any little girls cry with my badass witch hat.
i did spook isabel, though. she kept looking up at the hat, her eyes bulging from her little grey head. but then, just as she did with icebat, she conquered her fear and curled up in my lap, a stray neon hair caught in her paw.
life's good.