So I had this vision that I could do many things all at the same time. My vision was powerful. Not only many things at one time, but also with black war paint all over my face (courtesy third-year camp girls and the amazingly accurate slobbery marshmallow that struck me in my black pirate mustache and smeared it all over. [run-on sentence. Don't care.] I still have slightly black eyebrows. I comfort myself knowing there are two beloved fourteen year old girls out there tonight who also still have slightly black eyebrows. The social ramifications are much more serious for them then they are for me).
I had this vision that food was my friend, and I could eat it however and whenever I want, and it would not and will not hurt me. The scale is telling a vicious lie. My pants were merely shrunk by the dryer. Food is friend, not foe.
I would like to create a vision that I have a new memory card in my camera and I could take many, many pictures and place them alllllllll on my blog. That would be fun if that vision became a magical reality. If that vision came true, I would take a picture of the milk carton that Olivia filled clear full of silverware this morning. I don't know why she did it. She just did. Clear full. Of silverware. I cleverly dismantled the milk carton, and it was easier then you might expect. Just a well placed slice with some sharp scissors. Hi-yaw! Really, though, when you think about it -- Olivia is the visionary here. When I see an empty milk carton, I just think 'hey, I need to put that in the recycling bin.' But she sees a work of art! A toy, and a new storage container for the forks. A visionary vanguard, that is what she is.