I don't look this pretty.

Dear Fleur.
Busy now. La is here. She brought a ukulele. And was just asleep on my couch.
Spring term is in full swing. I have homework already. Five pages of dialogue for a screenplay to write by Wednesday. Small Group Communication gave me like half of a textbook that I don't even have to read this weekend. And Saturday is teaching little kinds to read in ECE.
I love all my teachers so far.
And somehow I have even found the time to make two cakes and learn some on the uke and sing Elephant Gun in the shower.

The other day, there was something like eleven people at our house. I died. Honestly.

I like reading "Brunette Bombshell." And I need to work on Little Church. But first we are going to the movies.
Love from Bell.