Wednesday, March 18, 2009
"Mr. Policeman, my bike is gone."
My bike got stolen. I must keep reminding myself of what I wrote in my last post. A nice policeman came by to take the police report and that made me feel better - like I'd entrusted this mess into better hands.
Jak and I are going to Gina's house this afternoon, so Gina's long hair can become short hair. Hopefully a pixie cut, but that's just me.
I've been obsessed with fashion blogs lately. Most particularly this one and this one. (And if you've noticed that I've become obsessed with linking as well, good spotting skills.)
Toodles, dear ones. May all your dreams be good and all your meals well-cooked.