Every Target visit for me resides with: 1. A visit to the book section 2. A trip through the Crayola aisle, and 3. A stroll down that one particualar toy aisle with the old-timey toys such as animal figurines and wooden playsets. After completeing steps one and two, I found myself in that toy aisle, googly eyed at this monkey knitting kit. I honestly thought it was the coolest thing on earth that very moment and it still may be.

Anyway, the company, The Little Experience is completely my kind of toy company. Not only is everything do it yourself and promotes imagination and creativity, but honestly this is the coolest idea ever--the boxes, the packaging each craft comes in, can be contorted into something for your craft. For instance! The monkey's box can be converted into a rocking chair for it. And this one has really got me... The birdhouse kit's box turns into none other than a bird mobile.

Okay, so honestly tell me you're not in love.


This past Thursday morning I sat in a waiting room reading a Newsweek article at an unearthly hour of 6 AM. I never did finish that article, because I was led to a small room with an abnormally long dentist chair that I had to scoot about four feet up to get my head to rest in its special indented head space when it reclined. I hurridly thought of all the things people had told me about getting put to sleep and what they thought right before they were knocked out and this is what I thought before I got knocked out. I don't remember much more than this about my morning, because they really did a nice job knocking me out. I do remember I couldn't walk too well afterwards! My parents have happily filled in what I missed--apparently I was quite an entertaining thing to watch, but not too fun to deal with... Everyone has been so lovely about the whole thing though. I've even recieved two bouquets; one from Erin, one from Katie. I adore my friends times four-hundred and twelve times infinity and a half. I'm such a lucky duck. Oh yeah. The picture. That's what I look like. I'm not exaggerating. I mean, okay, I'm a little less hairy and am quite happy to say I don't have whiskers yet, but that's pretty accurate. Anyway, I feel quite well despite my inflatable cheeks. I've even been eating big people food! Yeah, Thursday I felt like I was eating baby food all day. I kind of sounded like one too. I'm sure you're dreadfully upset to have missed all this.

Aren't they lovely?