Glow little gloworm glow.
Ruby drank wine like a kitten, short laps of her tongue so that the liquid absorbed right into her taste buds, bypassing her lips, her gums, her teeth. She had all kinds of theories like that it made her less drunk or that it cut down on cavities or that it was dietary. Really though I knew that she knew that it made her look sexy and innocent and demure all in one sip.
I blame the chicken pox. And my sister for giving me the chicken pox. And my mother for not letting me play with Birch in the second grade when he had the chicken pox. Because if I hadn’t gotten them or my sister hadn’t given them to me or I had had them long ago, before I even knew Ruby and Mike and Caitlin and had had them in second grade like a normal person and not during sophomore year homecoming none of this would have happened.
I would like to thank JoeJoe for being a consultant. Because otherwise I don’t think I could think of a career that keeps someone traveling so much.
As horrendously busy I have been over the last week, let’s just be glad I am not in charge of content on the state’s website!
Reason 5,897,938 I should never go into Target alone: