echo.

Drinking beers and watching 120 Minutes with my big brother. It's like I'm 15 all over again.











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adventures in babysitting.

My four year old niece is a trip. I caught her eating jam with a fork out of one of those little packets of jam you get at diners. This is how our conversation went:

Aunt J: You're so weird. Are you eating jam with a fork?

L: I EAT JAM. OK?!

[pause]

I eat jam. It's my thing.

My 9 yr old niece E: Why do you eat jam?

L: [shrugs her shoulders] It's just my thing, people.

bruised.

I am wearing earmuffs in my brother's kitchen in Connecticut so that the kids think I can't hear them and leave me alone. My four year old niece is running around the house screaming "alien boobies" in her crazy voice. Life is good.

bougainvillea.