Sunday

At the benefit concert on Wednesday Mr. Wadley sang a really cool song by Stephen Sondheim, titled Sunday. It talks about an artist and the way he sees the world..."green, purple-yellow-red grass". yeah...pretty awesome.

So Stephen and I had to stay at church after service and choir for a couple hours while Mum and Dad had a drama rehearsal. We were mucking around outside by the creek. Having fun in general, splattering cress on each other (totally by accident, according to Stephen) and whatnot. I was in a skirt and silver heels. Fortunately my shoes have not suffered great damage. Anyway, we were trying to clear up some of the debris so the water would flow better. Hence the following conversation.

Me: So what do you propose we do?

Stephen: Dam it.

Me: WHAT did you say?

Stephen: Dam it.

Me: Oohhh...dam it. I thought you meant...you know, the bad word.

That's my brother for you. And he didn't even realize it.

Oh, then in the process of damming it, I dropped a plank on my foot, so now it hurts quite a bit.