And The Winner Is

Sunday we went to The Girl's high school graduation. I tried to remember my graduation, but honestly I can't remember anything at all about it except the dress I wore, which is strange because I'm not exactly into fashion. I would be perfectly happy with a wardrobe of nothing but t-shirts and blue jeans. We were very happy to see The Girl get her diploma. Her mom also went to the graduation, but I didn't see her. She told The Girl that we ruined her life when they talked on the phone a week or two ago. She doesn't like us very much. Whatever.

So between the ceremony itself and all the time we spent at Mary's afterward, I was having laptop withdrawls pretty bad by the time we got back home. My neice was writing on her second story right in front of me, just rubbing it in. I'm still beating my first story with a stick, and she's whipping through her second one already. Of course, as far as I know she never went over the first one a second time. This second draft is kicking my ass. It shouldn't, but it is. I say it shouldn't, but I've never actually finished a first draft before now, much less ever even start a second draft, so maybe second drafts just suck in general. Let me tell you one thing, I can't wait to write something besides Sassafras. Anything.