Sack bottles. My concept of them is sort of like a squishy sea animal.

Welcome to Punch-a-Bear: Vacation Edition. That means, sporadic.

Important bulletin: I beat my mother at Scrabble. Playing almost entirely by the rules.

I have a correction to a previous statement I made: When I burnt my hand, I was probably actually two. Not five. So, it's actually worse.

So, I am in Kentucky, I will be in Missouri pretty soon, though.

I have decided to make shoes. I'm going to make a mold of my feet. I am excited. I was inspired.

In case there's something new on these things: Tumblr, Facebook, and Twitter.

Love,
Tabia B.
Scrabble Champion