Thursday 7 April 2005
10:06 a.m.

Been at the computer this morning, getting some work done. This I'll call my coffee break.

On the drive to school this morning Everett said he didn't have any dreams last night. "I only have dreams when I sleep in your bed, Mom. Your bed must be enchanted or something."

Since the boys got home last weekend, and until last night, he'd been sleeping in my room. He turned 12 in November, so sleeping in his mommy's bed won't be an option much longer. But for now he is still a little boy who thinks it's a big treat, and I am a woman who loves that little boy and likes to see him happy.

Speaking of little boys, how about this from Mark Twain ~

Whatever a man's age, he can reduce it by several years by putting a bright-colored flower in his buttonhole.