Supercalifragilisticexpialidotios. That's a good word btw. Just ask Mary Poppins.

It's fall, and the wind is blowing gustily today, the leaves are zooming around and running into peoples faces unexpectedly, and the pumpkin spice candles smell gorgeous. I think God made autumn just for me! :D But it's okay if you all want to enjoy it too. I'll share.
 This morning I was going about my life and had this sudden, and highly disturbing, thought. I didn't know what day of the week it was.
At all. Like, I thought about it for a good three minutes and finally figured it out by the process of elimination. "I know we already had a Tuesday, because of kids club. I know we had a Wednesday, because of church. But is it Thursday, or Friday, or Saturday!?". I finally figured out that it must be Friday. Because yesterday wasn't Wednesday, and I knew I was supposed to teach school today, and I don't teach on Saturdays. I'm not blond. Nope. I'm not. I refuse to be called blond. I'm just, um... something else that's nicer!!!
 I'm listening to Lynda Randle's music today. She says that life is good all the time if we center it around Jesus. She's right too. And this morning Jesus told me that He likes to give His people rest. And that He doesn't want me to worry about stuff. So today I'm listening to Him. You should too. Cuz He had people write that in the Bible for everybody. Not just me.
 I walked in the door from school today feeling kinda blue and Amy and Mom yelled from the living room, "HEY! Come in here!'. And proceeded to throw idea's at me rapidly while I just stood there looking confused. Because I knew they were idea's about something that had to do with candles and stopping to pick up fall leaves for pretty... But that was about all I could gather from their exclamations. I finally figured out that we're going to the lake by my Dad's logging job tonight, for supper. And I said, "Tonight!? Oh!". And stood there looking lost again. Amy paused long enough to figure out what was wrong with me and then started throwing idea's at me again. "Frank. I'm going to talk. You be quiet and listen." *I give her a funny look.* "You have a way of telling me to stop talking when I have idea's like I'm going to tell you. So. Don't do that." *I shut my mouth and look at her expectantly.* "I'm going to go down to the jar room..." *I open my mouth, and say, "stop talking". (The words jar and room were a dead give away).* *Amy glares at me.* *I shut my mouth again.* "And I'm going to....". And then she told me a whole list of things she is going to do in the jar room. Including painting and moving shelving around and putting a mason jar over the bare light-bulb that's poking out of a beam in the ceiling downstairs. I nodded, and smiled. I like her. Lots. But she's kinda intimidating sometimes!!! When I grow up I'm going to learn how to be as industrious as she is. Maybe. I think it would prolly make me kinda dizzy to think about stuff as fast as she does when she's happy. Or had coffee.
 Mom and Amy are hollering up the steps at me, "Frank! Are you about done!". I think they think we should leave now. I'm ignoring them! :D Well, not actually, I'm sorta ignoring them till I get this finished.

 The sky is blue. 

 Mom's kittens grew. 

 And now my story is all through. 

 The end. 

P.S. I like Dr. Suess.