February 2nd, 2005

Phoenix

Islands in the Sandbox

*snickers*

My mother has a zen garden. White sand, stones, etc.

We have cats.

Last night, one of them started playing with the rocks, and left paw prints all over the sand.

I'm now witholding laughter at what could happen in the future.

Mom, sitting there with the little rake, playing with the sand; "...ewwww."

J