"What's asthma?" cried Mary Anne. "What's an inhalator?"

I had a dream that night that Sara, Sable, and I all lived in a pink two-story house in the middle of a forest. It was an old house, with creaky wooden floorboards and stairs. Right beside our house, there was a big grove of short, skinny trees. It was winter in my dream, so the trees were stark and bare, but I remember thinking that I couldn't wait to see what they would look like in the summer. The rest of the forest was oak trees, with statues scattered throughout. They were white statues of people (famous people, I think, but I don't quite remember) and the trees were so thick that the forest was always dark, and the statues seemed to glow in the shade. In the dream, I had just left our house and I was walking on a winding gravel path through the forest, wondering how in the world we were lucky enough to live here. When I woke up, it took me a minute to remember where I was.

Our foodstamp card expires soon, so yesterday Sara and I went crazy buying groceries. Now our cupboards are full to bursting, and with any luck, they'll stay that way for a while.

YouTube is my anti-drug. Case in point: I've started a third channel. This one is also of child actresses, but it's actual clips of them, not videos. The quality is pretty crappy, yes, but that's One True Media's fault, not mine.
www.youtube.com/user/SablesOwner