Or his little foot got lodged in the division?
There was an odd, inept, but certainly media-savvy firebombing.
Fittingly, he found the horses at Goodwill, and he encourages other citizen artists to contribute their own horses.
I'm knitting at least a dozen things right now, and they're all gorgeous-in-training.
My family has been on its low-car diet for two weeks, officially, and nearly six weeks, unofficially.
It will be my "fun" bike, a foil for my serious shredder of a mountain bike. Please check with me for your length assignment and take this exhortation: you must think beautiful thoughts about health, strength, and a positive birth experience. It was one of those mother-son moments that deserves to be celebrated with dim lighting and an operatic score.
He always seems to know we are going straight home once we buckle in the trailer or wait several minutes at a bus stop. Unless he's asked to leave something, the park, the birthday party, the perfect wall for walking on. A small but generous Flexcar membership.
I learned to knit in the summer, and every summer, knitting carries me away.
He'd never been consulted, you see, on the previous bad press. It's not just because of the way my muscles, my lungs, my heart feel as I power up a hill or into the wind on the Hawthorne bridge. At this rate, I'll be more than ready for the Hood to Coast in August.
And suddenly, things began to fall into place.
It's a full moon in August. An SUV, for one person. Actually, it was the BBC Two, and its Newsnight program. Way better than those from our lick-filled, dark coach class window. I'm still smarting over my failure to win the purple ribbon for my fudge brownies.