Buggles at dawn
Teresa gets up way, way too early. Like, 10 minutes to 6 early. WHY? She doesn’t have some nine-to-five downtown, or a paper route. No, she does it so she can get all crafty without enduring my helpful commentary. One time I got a cheese stick out of the fridge, unwrapped it, and was over by her glue gun saying, “These are DELICIOUS!”. I wasn’t lying.
Today she made some of these little rock-people she calls “Buggles” and a little Altoids-tin home for them. I guess it beats going to the casino.