our time machine broke.
well, that’s not entirely true.
K refers to our safe as our time machine.
i’m not exactly sure why, but just go with it.
i had D’s enrollment packet all ready for kindergarten
and just needed one last piece of paper.
which was in our time machine.
i was immediately brought back to my middle school days
when my locker wouldn’t open
and i would try the combo
and then finally, it would work.
but with our time machine,
the combo wouldn’t work.
the darn thing just would not open.
so we had to get help from a locksmith.
and now it opens.
and that’s the end of my story.
1233. birthday celebrations
1234. sunny days with kids
soaking it up in the pool
1235. a new book