Today has been physically rough, and I don’t have an original thought in my head. Well, original thought is probably a myth anyway.
To compensate for my lack of creativity, I will share a bit of my daughter’s. I can’t say too much about it, though, because she has informed me that she wants to talk about it in her blog. I will say that she came home carrying her backpack like a small child. What do you expect when it looks like this:
The pink inside the hood is the crushed top of her backpack.
It probably won’t hurt to share that she said, “I brought my friend home.”
“Oh. Wow. Uh, what’s your ‘friend’s’ name?”
And she is.