Monday, June 30, 2014

Paper Challenged

In a search for a piece of paperwork, I ended up with piles of printed material everywhere. It needs to be dealt with. Sigh.

From an old journal, in 2005, when Everett was 12:

On the drive to school this morning Everett said he didn't have any dreams last night. 
"I only have dreams when I sleep in your bed, Mom. Your bed must be enchanted or something."

Mom gives Everett his first and only lesson in embroidery:

From My journal:

Everett came running and bouncing onto the bed with the biggest, most beautiful smile on his face. 
"Why so happy?" I asked. 
"I'm not!" he insisted.

I am seriously paper-challenged. And I don't want to deal with it. Time to pay a call to