I’m working on being open to what life sends my way, taking deep breaths in the wake of a teeny, tiny crisis in our lives. Our, or to be totally honest, my minor crisis: The iTouch, uNoTouch is missing.
It evaporated, really. It’s gone. The last time I saw it Lucille was holding it like a phone, pretending to talk to Shrek.
“Hi Shrek,” she said, resting my iPod between her ear and shoulder. “Yeah, you not nice to the donkey. You yell at him. And the dragon. You should be nice.” [Read more]