Emmie

The other day Emmie and I were closing the pottery studio and wondering what to do with the balloons that were leftover from a birthday. And, Emmie said, "Just leave them. They'll be dead by morning."

omfg. i died laughing. THEY'LL BE DEAD BY MORNING.

Also, I need to describe Sunday to you. The closer we get to Mother's Day the crazier it gets at the studio. But, we had a magical day yesterday due to a mixture of the following people. We had a 4-month old baby with her mom and aunt. They were taking footprints of the baby and painting their own pieces. We had another family with two little boys that were obsessed with this baby and wanted to "touch her toes" and sing "seagull, seagull" to her. Her mom encouraged them to sing to her and said that "seagull, seagull" was her favorite song. Just so you know, they meant "twinkle, twinkle." Then Bob arrived with his children and grandchildren wearing a fedora and chewing on the longest cigar I've ever seen. He painted a mug with the name BART on it. I love the old folk because they always give their first and last name and then shake your hand. Beautiful. Meanwhile, there was a 5 year old's birthday party going on and the place was full of people and energy. For a moment some of these groups started to crossover and talk to one another. Hillary and I just stood there in the middle of the studio and watched everyone because there wasn't anything else that we could do. I felt like I was at a family reunion.