It's also EmJ's half birthday. I'm not sure why that is important, except that it means she gets to choose dinner tonight. Here is important, though, EmJ came in 15th at her cross country meet yesterday. She's getting faster, and is so proud of herself!
I've been reading "The Help" by Kathryn Stockett. Last night I was dreaming in southern prose, and this morning I was seriously craving my grandma's grits and biscuits. This is a problem. Am I the only one that gets so involved in her books that they encroach on her life? I love to read, but I can't keep sacrificing sleep, even if it IS for the sake of dream eating fried chicken.