Yesterday

She's bald, scrawny, and pale, so how does she pull off cute so perfectly?

Quarter reports, year-end summaries, and my letter of intent were due to be mailed to the powers that be yesterday, and I was surly and hunched over the computer for much of the day. When I came into the sunroom to retrieve a schoolbook, I overheard Annika soliloquizing about the ripped plastic on John's makeshift window.

I'd picked up blue flippers and goggles at a rummage sale last fall. She chose the perfect day to unearth them.

The day only got better.