strait way–i've never been there.

 

 

my mother should have never sent me to brownies–i have always had a fondness for the kind in the pan, but then there are the best friends you make at those afternoon meeting– that would be kimberly.  we learned to remove egg insides so we could decorate the shells and then there were the magazine pages that we rolled up and glued to one gallon empty ice cream containers.  these were supposed to be waste cans.  we used lysol and a bic lighter and torched them.  you will be glad to know we didn't grow up to be arsenists–instead we became girlfriends.  oh, young love and my first experience with girls.  it would become a habit and it was due to organized girlieness and crafts.  kimberly always had chapped lips and i seemed to have an inordinate amount of glue on my uniform all the time.