Saturday, May 10, 2008
A funny little story
I used to live in an old Victorian house that was split into four separate apartments. My neighbor across the hall, Dan, and I used to talk to each other through the walls. One morning I was having breakfast in my kitchen and Dan was out in the hallway doing stuff. I yelled, "Good morning" out to him. He asked what I was doing. I told him I was eating breakfast. He asked what I was having. I told him, "A bowl of Life" to which he replied, "Tracy, you are a bowl of Life." Hence the name of this blog.