A Girl...

Sweeping Up

A brief bit of housekeeping:

1. Is my email not sending messages?
1a. Amanda, I need your phone number.
1b. Carla, Jason wants your email address.
1c. Kahli, I did not go to your high school.
1d. Tiera, thank you!

2. Has everyone received his or her postcard? Just checking.

3. We are staying in ANOTHER hotel tonight. Aaaaarrrrrggghhhbbllleeeaaahhh.

4. Fall is upon us and yesterday I broke the handle off my beloved travel tea mug. Simon bought it for me for Christmas at the Orange County Swap Meet for an undisclosed price ($1), and I love it possibly more than any travel mug has a right to be loved. "Superglue," I said. "No," he said. "Duct tape," I said. "No," he said. "Bandaid?" I asked. "Stop," he begged. "You used it and loved it until you broke it, and that's the highest compliment it--or I--could receive. Until we can think of an appopriate sendoff, we'll keep it with Funshine Bear," which, you should know, Simon packed away and flew to England in hopes that he might take it to a shooting range and blast it to bits with a shotgun. RIP, travel tea mug.