Wow! We're on page 700!
Hope you feel better soon, Carolyn. I bet you were scared when he wasn't where he was supposed to be. It makes your heart just sink.
What color did you use, E? I'm needing to paint mine, but I ripped off part of my big toenail, so I guess I'll go with something fairly neutral. I hate to draw attention to my weird-shaped nail and the scab that goes with it.

At least it's beginning to feel better.
Speaking of accidents. Amy fell off the risers in vocal music today. Doesn't she take after her mother? Twisted her ankle, but I think she'll be okay. Grace in motion!
Lou, the title is making me hum the song from the Beverly Hillbillies.

We've always teased my mom. She is famous for her creative lyrics to songs. She never knows the right words, so she makes them up. Once she sang ". . . Poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed, then one day he was shooting at some . . . trees" Who shoots at trees? More Than a Woman was Bald-headed Woman and once she even sang "Billy Joe Bob has a long, black thing, doo da, doo da"

I was scared to ask what kind of "thing" the song was talking about.