"She had shiny silver hair in a tight knot at the top of her head, and mom said that some nights you could catch her uncoiling it until it curled down her back and onto her chair. Grandmom’s eyes were bright blue like mine, and she always smelled like the lilacs outside her windows. "
Yet another for the files:
me: Chris Olson, you win. I am very tired and am unable to perform the mental gymnastics required to keep up with you in this conversation.
chris: ah me too
chris: it's a draw
me: Fair enough.
chris: until next time...
me: ahh, but you forget
chris: forget what?
me: you are leaving the revered halls of MHS, thus leaving your poor Jr. friends behind while you go and grow up.
chris: while i am leaving the halls, my soul shall walk freely among them...
chris: plus i'll be on the internet
me: fantastic.
me: I'll put that in the COFPFC newsletter
chris: ok
chris: lol
chris: do you always have these stimulating converstations with people?
me: I try.
chris: i think i'll save this one
me: I think I will too.
ash @ 11:11 PM