Thanks to my new land line and a very long phone cord I am able to cave in to my internet addiction and get online. BUT I refuse to waste hours on dialup again so I am not going on AIM until the cable gets installed. So if you see me on before Wednesday, do your best to boot me off.
I had to write about this though. This morning I woke up from a dream amused and laughing at my own imagination. I had been pregnant (I know this part came from a book I read yesterday) and had given birth to a feisty girl–she bit everyone in the delivery room, just to let them know she’d arrived. So we named her Rose Alligator. Just as I was waking up I thought, “We can call her Allie for short.”
We used to call Allison that, too (we spelled it Ally), when she was a baby. Ally-baby. That was before she turned into someone better described as Al.
[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]