Did, done. Facebook.
I would send this to my in laws but then they'd stop babysitting for me. That's how they've co-opted me: through my desire for date nites.
Oh, I love,love, love this. I am sitting at a cafe right now working on a piece for my writing class about my beloved 6th grade teacher, Mr.Keil. I can hardly remember how he looked but I will never forget how he made me feel - special and brimming with potential. He has been haunting me lately. I don't know why.