So remember last week when I wrote a story? I was pretty pleased with it. But they're not giving me the money, even though in my humblest of opinions, I think they totally should have. Or to that woman in South Africa. Or the one in Tanzania. Those were fucking good.
I got Special Mention.
The thing about Special Mention, though, is that I would have felt a whole hell of a lot more special if they gave me money with that special mention.
Meh. What are you gonna do?
LE lost another tooth today, right before bed. That's a happysad kind of thing. Which means it's two huge feelings that kind of even out into no feeling. Meh.
Last night was weird, kind of.
LE said, "Dede, Atatürk is dead."
"Yes," he replied. "But he lives in our hearts."
LE whacked me. "See, mama? I told you."
And the weirdscarycute thing is that he totally had. Lots of times before.