Monday, June 4, 2007

True story as in that picture was a real WOMAN who was truly PREGNANT with five babies inside. True story. No kid, no boy -- a real woman. And sometimes, I feel that big. Sometimes.

You're right -- it was endearing that after years of taking the dead, Death stopped and examined human existence because of the Book Thief's life. Yes, and very ironic that Max survived while the healthy Germans in that town did not. Maybe we weren't supposed to ever know the mayor's wife.

I don't think it's shallow to take a long time to finish this book. I think it's laziness. It's easier for me to read a copy of Us Weekly than to pick up a book that means something. We're lazy. And a little shallow but only on the surface. Get it? Only on the surface?

Three more days with students.

Four more weeks until baby.

How many weeks until it will laugh like your baby?

How many weeks until it doesn't hurt to sit?

How many weeks before I figure out how to collapse a stroller while holding a kid and unlock the car door all at once?

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