Only a little boy like my brother would think of turning a big sister into a car. He used her arm as a stickshift, the gas pedal, and the brakes all in one. Quite impressive, if you ask me.
Today has been rather mundane and ordinary. I've been reading Five Little Pigs (or Murder In Retrospect ) by Agatha Christie. It's a medium-sized yellow paperback, so it just feels so different, as most of the Agatha Christies I've read have been small paperbacks or black hardcovers (my favorites! They're just perfect for respectable murder mysteries. Paperback whodunnit novels aren't quite so respectable-seeming.)
My sister and I have been watching The Music Man (1962). I liked the movie and the music a lot more than I thought I would. Our favorite?
Oh, we got trouble!
Right here in River City!
With a capital T and that rhymes with P
And that stands for POOL!
Nothing else to say: sorry for the disappointing post...