I found out the other day that when I was a little girl, I was a freak. Apparently I couldn't see correctly. I knew that I was farsighted and that I had to wear glasses starting when I was 6, but I also couldn't put lines together. My mom and brother couldn't remember what it was called or all the details, but they did remember that they had to build me a special desk.
A SPECIAL DESK!
This time the word, "special" does not have a positive connotation.
After a year I didn't need the farsighted glasses anymore or the desk.
Isn't it weird that I wouldn't remember that?
My friend Patti sent me a Christmas gift. One is a wine stopper and the other (which the tag on it actually said it was from Ringo) is a stuffed chihauhua wearing a pancho and a sombrero and when you press his paw, he sings "Feliz Navidad" and dances. It is hysterical. My nephews are going to freak out!
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a special desk. I love your stories.
I'm sending a package soon with gifts for you, Ash and Laura...please play santa for me?
No pictures of the special desk, but I kind of remember it. It had a slope.
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