Yesterday was my first Grammar class.
It was actually fun!
I'm weird that way, though, because I like knowing the rules.
I don't always pay attention to them, but knowing them is POWER.
Since this is a 5 week class I have homework EVERY NIGHT.
I feel like I'm back in high school.
Except for when I look at my hips, gut and grey hair that a highlighting job couldn't cover, then I know I'm not.
Now my knitting is curtailed a bit although I still carry my current sock around as if it is my security blanket.
Hey, wherever I go I always have at least one book, a knitting project, and gum.
Those are MY rules.