she asked. why projects can't be as simple and fun as before? when getting As were sort of a norm and nothing out of the ordinary. and sitting down to have meals were not that difficult, instead more routine that involved no asking.

cut-out lives from plastic factory tools. play-doh was such fun. until we decided cement was more durable. where paint could be splashed in so many different shades of grey. the cold cold heart.

and so.. we all start trespassing that picketfence. with two in front and two at the end of the race. happy birthday old friend. i can't believe i got that for you. hold on. for the not so magnificent seven's five!