Some stories of our lives

Tonight we went to the high school musical, "Grease," here in town. I like to go to these things anyway, but it was especially intriguing because I played, "Sandy" back in November of 1999. They did a great job (probably even better than me). I purposely left my cell phone so it didn't go off, but halfway through the performance I heard a cell phone beep: Michael had brought his. He smiled and pulled it out of his pocket to show me.

We saved a piano last week as it was a likely junkyard candidate. It sounds HORRIBLE but we're hoping the tuner can fix that for a few dollars or more. We have to let it sit in our house to acclimatize itself for about a month before he can come and see whether its fixable or not.

I was running Michael a bath after his haircut when I looked down and saw Adelyn with the scissors. I ran down and grabbed them from her in the nick of time, or so I thought. She'd already taken off several inches and was going for the second chunk when I caught her. Short hair suits her very well though, we should have done it long ago, mornings go way better for both of us! For anybody who might understand, she asked if we could read Junie B. Jones that night... maybe we're throwing those books away.