Sis Morgan, What kind of camera do you have? Those pictures are sharp.Also, was that bald man singing to the little girl in those pictures called "The Singing Janitor"? Because it looks just like "The Singing Janitor" who just so happens to have been my high school janitor. He goes all around the state singing the National Anthem.
It's just my regular one, but I think it's because I love the faces at the fair. People ride rides? I hunt for faces. And I don't know about that guy. As Matt pointed out, he was like a cowboy biker with tennis shoes. Rolled up sleeves, tooled belt. On my camera, I labeled his picture "Weird guy singing to little girl." (Hey, last night when you texted, I had just crawled into bed. I was SO proud.) Miss you like crazy!
You are talented, Sister Morgan. These pictures are beautiful. They seem to be blood essays in themselves, or maybe I'm just in a thoughtful mood. But knowing you and your attention to detail, I doubt that. How are you?
My favorite segment was the profiles of the hairy biker, the profile of the clean-cut cowboy kid, and the pretty girl, who I assume is Matt's sister. Sorry Matt.
Sis Morgan, I am now positive that the bald man singing to the little girl is The Singing Janitor. I googled him, and I saw his website. He's wearing those same clothes in one of the pictures. It's him. His real name is Tom, but no one calls him that.Jo (Joelle, my sister) called me after she stopped by your office today. She commented on how nice it was to hear someone say, "How are you" and really mean it. She mentioned it more than once. And when did you change your sleeping habits? Not only were you at home, but you were in bed at 10:30? That deserves an exclamation mark!
Yes, that is Matt's cute sister. I love her. (And she's off-limits, Chan, Chan.) And EmPo, I can't believe you sent me food clear from Nevada via your sister, who's also a cutie. When she smiles, I can see a little bit of you. She's worried that she won't be able to live up to your reputation here. I assured her that each WC Assistant is a different creature from a different world (I mean look at Matt vs Ivor. Meghan vs Stephanie--all very good, but never the same.) When she gets confidence in her writing, she's going to apply. But, thank you for the tomatoes, you Sweetheart. (I've made a committment to eat and sleep again--wow. I live on such a low level.)I talked to Leanna a long time yesterday and realized it was probably the last time I would talk with her as a woman-without-child. She's having some cramps and dilated 21/2, and I swear she has NO more room to grow, so I'm hoping they start her today at her Dr appointment. Hi Jamie, Julie.
I didn't know Matt had a sister here... intriguing.
Did I just get called fat? I don't know how to take that. (Joke!) And the baby still hasn't come, but with all of the pain I've been in today, she better come soon!
Really, Leanna's not fat--she's more like a huge nervous beach ball barely covered with skin. And some little girl or boy is just about ready to make an appearance here on Mother Earth. (Heaven help him or her.) I think the baby is a little nervous or shy--OR waiting until we're all watching and holding our breath to make a big grand entrance. TA dah. "Here I am, Mom and Dad. Now what?"
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