I can't say too much right now. I'm shivering and the night is slowly closing in. Went busking tonight and then caught the first 20 minutes of the goonies down by the beach. I got bored and left. Walked home. Took the long way too. During busking there was this annoying mother who I swear, who only reminds me of some 18 year old. Her son loved the marimba though, got bright eyed and opened mouthed when he found out he could play them after the set. I bet that mother is really not going to be a huge part of that kids life once he figures out how to do the basics on his own. That's about it. I lied about the mailing your letter thing acouple posts ago. I lost it and only just re-found it a couple hours ago. You'll get it sooner or later.
ps. I'm pretty sure "husband style" is going to be replacing " man blanket". Ahhh the wonders of growing up!
