Sunday, July 19, 2009


We were on our way to Bixby's faraway birthday party.  Ellery was already disconsolate due to receiving four shots the previous day.  After we'd been driving for almost an hour, she asked her sister woefully, "Liz?  Are we in the middle of nowhere?"

"Yes, Ellery.  Yes we are."

"That's my problem!" she burst out in despair.

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