In which Emma announces her intentions to (finally) (maybe) actually get organized and then posts a bunch of pictures of her cats sleeping and looking at things with scorn.
In which Emma makes the huge confession that she likes to take pictures, and not just with words. Shhhh.
In which Emma explains why she isn’t a poet and why she has a particular attachment to hideous house-dresses.
In which Emma does some heavy thinking and then shows some pictures.
“Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!”
In which Emma posts her 350th post, and also manages to post her photos for the week on time!
Here is where I offer a short summary of my blog entry.
In which Emma makes a pact with Emma to never say she had the busiest week ever again.
In which Emma shares the results of her in-class poetry exercise. You heard her. In-class exercise.
In which Emma describes her sordid affair with Poetry.