I say to the television:
“Never hand children magic! The trouble always starts as soon as you hand the children magic.”
[I was watching The Scorpion King while cooking dinner. I’d never seen it before and the little boy got a hold of the magic arm bracelet of DOOM.]
Just thought I’d share.
Something small and vaguely hope-scented will die.
In the meantime, here is some random:
I was driving home from yoga yesterday and passed by a florist. In the trees behind the shop there was a big batch of red and pink balloons. It looked like the trees ate it, just like that tree that always ate Charlie Brown’s kite.
About a block over, I passed by a house just as another, identical bunch of balloons was floating up into the air. I have no idea what they were attached to or what set them loose. All I know is that it must be a sign.
Valentine’s Day is over.
Time to celebrate: