I miss my girls so much. They are ten, ten, and three until their birthdays, which are in November, December and January. One should be getting a sister in a few months. Another is doing a "herstory" project on Jane Goodall, according to her mom. The third is growing so fast that everything I know of her will start seeming obsolete by next month.

Adulthood is overrated.

(Someone remind me not to actually have children of my own. I'd love them into pieces, and that could end up morbid.)

The new job begins Tuesday.