I was walking with Youngest the other morning when he reminded me that he thought I'd like a display at his school.
He was correct.
I was in a hurry to get to the office and didn't research why his classmates had made bird costumes (this should not surprise you) but I loved them.
There was this little penguin too.
It's warmed up here, a little bit, and everyone's showing off their ink.
Or being pushed to school.
Last night after drinks with a friend, I saw the same mohawk-french-braided lady that I saw last week.
She looked amazing.
And I took off my headphones (I don't travel without the headphones) and told her so.
Her face lit up and she thanked me. She had amazing earrings too.
It's National Poetry Month and there are poems all over my office but the most moving one is installed in my pal D's office. She's left the company.
And here's the poem on the desk: