This whole change of luck thing is quite exciting.

Go with the butterflies, the intellect, or the talent? Butterflies, I think. But butterflies lead to trouble, I'm guessing.

Time will tell.

Rehearsals rehearsals rehearsals.

Lots of flurries.

50 hours.

Turning six this Friday or Saturday?

I will miss my children.

I keep telling myself that things in life are never like they are in the movies.

It's snowing.