You can’t spell Vicadin if you don’t know your ABCs

today was an interesting day.

we saw an apartment we loved, in the Puerto Rican part of town, shown to us by a man named Monet.

then, driving, we saw a kid passing a backpack from a 4th story window to someone on the sidewalk. they’d tied sheets together like in the movies, in fairy tales. it was amazing.

cookout at our church for addicts and homeless. Trey singing his ABCs out of order, Michael Jackson references.

then a backyard birthday party with Tres Leches cake, a zipline, a thousand little kids, beanbag games, and adorable, up-and-coming journalists, with pink pads and pink pens.

now, a big fat applying-networking-apartment searching party at New Wave, with free pastries thrown our way, and a friend on 2 cups of coffee and vicadin.

now, time to go home. we’ll sleep well.

definitely.