Saturday morning it drizzled. Outside looked like good weather for shivering - cold, wet, and gray. Inside, we lit a fire and made a late breakfast. I drank chai tea and ate eggs scambled with basil and cream cheese plus a side of delicious, greasy Petit Jean bacon.
After breakfast, Harrison & Helen dumped all the pillows off the couch and started diving off the furniture into this make-shift landing pad. "We're the Flying Squirrels!" screamed Harrison in mid-air.
Posted by Red Chuck at November 22, 2005 03:12 PMI'm sure I've told you my only ambition as a child was to be a flying squirrel...I even tried to name it and claim cause that's what the good book says to do if you want a thing bad enough.
Posted by: dylan on November 22, 2005 11:14 PM