She is a dear to allow mother the reminiscence of prehistoric thoughts. We laughed as we contemplated years that our generation spent killing trees to do mundane tasks like work a puzzle and read. We couldn't click on a story or type a thought without having to had been ecologically masochistical, in their eyes. We laughed to see how delighted I was to see paper that was just fun paper. I search the internet for such nice games as these and have yet to have my desires filled with such, except for Roald Dahl and Ezra Jack Keats, etc. But not as I had hoped to see them, by now. Well, Thank you dear hatted girl for sharing your cable stitches with me for a night of simple gabbing fun.
I love you for it and may our cable stitches always match up with each other. May our humor always be understood by each other.