Annabelle just walked into the livingroom with one of my magazines. She pulls out an insert (to buy Ladies Home Journal or something like that) and says, "Here Mama, read this." She is obviously torn up over whatever the insert says. I read it and ask, "can you read it to me, Bella?"

She turns the card over, and in a little voice, reads, "In two weeks, you will never move away from this apartment and you will never get a pet." She slumps her shoulders, pokes out her pouty lip and shuffles sadly back into my bedroom.

We have to move. Soon.

posted by mindi11 @ 1/01/2006 02:28:00 PM