Our week was dynamic, fresh, and spontaneous. We had a list and have vowed to complete our won ton class and toasted marshmallow shakes next week after missing the brunch hour. We also planned another movie night; our first was not on the list but a real pleaser with this film and the promise of popcorn and Milk Duds. We read this book. And did not read this one. She suggested if we have any strawberries in San Diego, I could make strawberry jam like her mother (after I served pineapple mango jam on toast). Grandma wore her Disney collection that she explained was easy to layer and several huge, very long necklaces. My living quarters reeked of polish and remover for several days. After snapping our visit to the zoo, it appears my attraction to the koala has not waned. We spent several afternoons at the beach. We shopped. We saw Beth and Todd on two separate evenings. Todd plucked myrtle from a streetside bush and we smelled. Mother ordered a tuna sandwich that was not boring. All appreciated and smiled for the messy sundae. Mother was properly impressed with our Marshall's. The girl took a weekly craft from the library. She put on gloss and perfume when she went out. She mapped how she wanted to wear her hair in my writing tablet. We had Sprinkles cupcakes but not Thrifty ice cream. I have three red metallic hearts on each big toenail (an ugly word) that float on a bed of light pearl.
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