First Sketchbook 2005
Today Adam kissed my hand and my head and each of my fingers. Today Adam and I walked along the foggy streets, then kissed in the middle of the road, but almost got hit by traffic. Today Adam "shampooed" my head. He said my hair was floofy and comfortable. Mum said he was a nice boy. I rubbed Adam's back and he did poorly at pool, but he had some good shots. He out-smarted me in hangman many a time. He is so smart. I didn't know who Antonio Stratovari was but I knew of Stratovarius. I sucked at hangman. Adam said he didn't mind eggs when I said my breath smelled like them. I felt so ugly, so I didn't want to kiss him. I am so lame. He must be annoyed. He's tall and cozy to hug. We ran out to the middle of the street before he walked home and I kissed him anyway.
My husband is at home with cancer
A little bird at work asked me to write the gift tags for her daughter's presents as Santa because her daughter knew both her parents' handwriting.
Also, a guy who used to work there came in and I paged him over the intercom and even though he doesn't really work there, so it was funny.
And just before we were closing a woman asked about what was on sale and then I said she had to just grab a flyer and then she said it was hard because her husband has cancer. I didn't see her point. It reminded me of the woman who wanted yarn who told me she was sick and tomorrow she might be dead and her husband just said, "Well then you won't need this yarn!" Like he was joking, and she was exaggerating, but I didn't understand. And then I saw those two at the Remembrance Day service this year, but they would never recognize me or remember me.
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