You forgot to tell me to put my skates on, entering the bathroom after you.

I could scream! I could say other things. I nearly fell. Would it hurt you to dry your body, after a shower? I think that is mean to your mother and not just forgetfulness. I will discuss it with you tomorrow, but first, I must get my composure. I know that it is because you are usually after me in the bathroom. How that bathroom got so wet, I will never know? You had no bucket. But I thought I should have carried my chemicals and my mop, up with me to my bath, I couldn't have predicted it. I know that the others in the family realize this about you and jump on you with both feet. I don't think that is the right way to handle an oversight like this. After I picked my imagination off of the floor, almost, I said to myself, "Who could have done this to me and why?" My father would have yelled sabotage and we all would have heard him, even from his grave{it seemed}. I have all too much of his disposition to start yelling sordid interjections into the air, in my fury. OH dear, I feel better, now that I realize that no bones were broken, in my imagination of falling and splattering all over the floor.

Try to remember, if you have to go to the toidy after a shower, dry the floor.

Sweet Frog and a party at the park Volleyball!

The after party for graduation was at the park.  We had a rigorous game of volleyball.  We realized we have to spend the summer getting Ezzy a Volleyball serve!  LOL.

the Graduate

Ezra's concert pix

My Eight grade Baritone's last middle school concert!