Friday, February 8, 2008

An actual text

We all know that Elizabeth has a mind of her own. By all means. In addition, she also has a dialogue all her own. Late yesterday, when the wind was whirling everything that wasn't nailed down around, I texted her and simply said, "I hope you didn't spend a lot of time doing your hair this morning."

This was her reply:

I did not know about the velocity of the wind when I left the house today... but my red tresses were not bothered. They enjoyed being up in a horsey tail, quite by accident.

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