Did I ever mention that I hate travelling in maxi taxis? Grrrrr. There's this feeling of doom when you step in and feel all wobbly in the knees, feeling like you're gonna splat right on top of the people who by the way are staring at you. You wonder if your clothes are fixed, if you look funny, if you are goin to touch someone's leg by mistake. Yuck. The claustrophibia of the small ones...ugh ugh ugh.
Ok needed to vent that. Nothing bad happened this morning in the maxi, I was just thinking about in on my way in, walking through UWI, watching the pretty green grass and the fairytale old trees. There's one in particular - don't ask me the name, that's all gnarly and twisted. It's so pretty - reminds me of the fairytale books I had. I used to stare at the pictures over and over and over and there was one book with the ganrly trees having faces. How groovy.

Today is Arielle's 2nd birthday, so I'm going after work (hopefully) to play with her. Haven't seen the little tyke for a while, let's hope she's less miserable now. Yeh uh huh...riight Trace....