I think Phoebe can (maybe) see dead people or something. We took her to a furniture store that was creepy and probably haunted and she FA-REAKed out. At first I thought it was the ride in their rickety old elevator that made her upset, because it did seem like the kind of place where you’re more likely to die than live, but when we got to the top (and the creepiest) floor, she hit a whole new level of GET ME OUTTA HERE. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen. But it was the perfect excuse to leave because their prices were way too high, especially if you consider that their furniture is technically used (by ghosts).
I haven’t blogged in more than a week. (By even pointing that out I’m breaking my rule: Don’t blog about blogging. This is probably why I shouldn’t write ANYTHING on the internet or anywhere else. I can’t follow rules – even my own. I’m also wearing striped socks with plaid pajama pants!) I know this because I also hadn’t played Words with Friends and my Words with Friends friend (whom I am choosing to believe is Dave Tango from Ghost Hunters) told me so.
I’ve been playing the kick-assingest string of Words with Friends games with Dave Tango from Ghost Hunters, I think. I’m not sure. I’ve been trying to play ghost hunter-y words to test my hypothesis, but most of those words are long and impossible letter-wise. I did play “orbs,” but Dave (my husband, not Tango) said that doesn’t make him think of ghosts so much as breasts and then I felt awkward.
The song she played (very musically if you ask me) is Musette – haunting, beautiful and the last song in Suzuki book one, which means she has a recital coming up to celebrate her accomplishment. Just Julia. And I get to plan it! YES!
Next year, Lucy will also play in the ribbon festival. Wrap your head around THAT.
Meanwhile, I’m going to try and quit taking myself so seriously and write more.