‘Isla’s still two…’ If we were having coffee, you’d say ‘WRONG! She’s three.’ I’d say, screw you. But you’re right. She is three. And I’m still tired from all the festivities. I’ve been really social these past couple weeks. I went out of the house and everything. And now I’m tired. Too tired to take Isla to a show that included audience participation. She went with her grandparents instead. And I had plans. Those plans included writing and drinking…
