I learned the most wonderful thing yesterday. As if I could not love her any more, The Emma Thompson, Dame Emma Thompson, The Amazing Emma Thompson, wrote her tween daughter a sex guide.
Here in Northwest Washington, I’m in the mountains, sometimes the clouds are hanging in the trees right at I level to where I’m driving or walking. And I wonder, is that because the clouds are so low? Or am I so high?
I did a little research and found out that the clouds are ledges to heaven. No, they’re like little drains to take people from place to place. No, that wasn’t it either.
This is one of the older posts I abandoned, but I don’t remember where I was going with it. But I miss the mountains.
Today, I drove four hours to and from Cincinnati for a jiu jitzu competition Cohiba was in. This was his first since he banged up his knee, and is relieved to have it behind him.
If you could experience one movie over again for the first time, which one would it be and why?
Warning, or promise, depending on your perspective: Profanity laden rant ahead. Also, possible trigger warning for rape.
“In July of ’13, I told a story using alliterative sentences down each letter of the alphabet. It was a project I gave myself during an utterly long and lonely drive to Tennessee, which dovetailed nicely into a Daily Prompt.
(Because the holiday was so exhausting, this share took place via text.
Hey girl. How was thanks?
Oh, awesome! I was SO happy my folks came out, kind of a lost minute decision. They stayed for the OH/MI game and left today.
Yeah, Ann Arbor.