freedom

what a beautiful word. freedom. 

however, it has nothing whatsoever to do with this post.

that's what I've been staring at for the past few days. drink, computer, journal. drink, computer, journal. drinkcomputerjournal. drinkcomputerjournal. crinkjomputerdournal.

in other words, I have been sick. so I have been trundled shoved off to bed on numerous occasions, practically got married to ginger, lemon, and honey tea, watched so many this-movie-is-impossible-no-one-could-possibly-do-that-this-is-a-fairy-story-oh-that-was-cheesy films that I am no longer living in reality.

oh! oh! you'll never guess. I found aslan in the park. I was thrilled. but I don't think I had as much belief as lucy pevensie did, because he really didn't talk to me. thanks a lot aslan. geez, all I wanted was one wink or something.

hello pony.

hello hartley's jelly. so, it went like this:

me, staring in the cupboard: hey, beth, you wanna make jelly?
beth, standing in the kitchen: yup.

so we made jelly. the end.
a perfect fairy-tale story with a strawberry tasting ending.

any non-freedom related, beautiful life stories to share?

love you all.
be good, make jelly, and hug a hedgehog.