The Poet and The Star or A Study In Contrasts

Yesterday on the way to my step-dad's office for the kids' dental appointments Evan mused, as he was gazing out the car window, "The sky looks like a bruise."

I thought it rather poetic and true - the sky to the south was, indeed, a steely purpley-blue; very bruise-like.

This is the latest in Flynn's Post-It note series. She drew this last night "for Miley Cyrus because she's my biggest fan." She also wants to write a letter to the Jonas Brothers to tell them "I like their music and if they want to they can come over to my house and sing to me."