"Wanna pretend we're in a spaceship
and all the other cars are droids?
You're my teenage sister and my name is Belle."
and all the other cars are droids?
You're my teenage sister and my name is Belle."
How's that for a merging of commercial culture? The Jetsons meets Star Wars meets Beauty and the Beast.
I drove down to the Cape to pick up Ella early this week. With no book on disc for the car ride and no portable DVD player to occupy her, she was about to implode by the time we hit the tunnel in Boston. So we slipped from one galactic belt ( 93N ) to a slower, less hostile galactic belt (89N) and carved our way home avoiding as much enemy fire as possible.
We were home for ten minutes and she was back in calico, feet filthy, picking currants and swinging on her recycled tire dragon swing. Today she was back on board here at the shop, hair pulled back, apron strung around her tiny little waist, clearing tables, drinking hot chocolate and drawing a birthday card for her Granny Jean.
My helper is back.
I drove down to the Cape to pick up Ella early this week. With no book on disc for the car ride and no portable DVD player to occupy her, she was about to implode by the time we hit the tunnel in Boston. So we slipped from one galactic belt ( 93N ) to a slower, less hostile galactic belt (89N) and carved our way home avoiding as much enemy fire as possible.
We were home for ten minutes and she was back in calico, feet filthy, picking currants and swinging on her recycled tire dragon swing. Today she was back on board here at the shop, hair pulled back, apron strung around her tiny little waist, clearing tables, drinking hot chocolate and drawing a birthday card for her Granny Jean.
My helper is back.
1 comment:
Welcome back, Ella Bean!! See you soon in the coffee shop.
Missed your blog, Meg; so welcome back to you, too!
Annette
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