After watching "Pimp my Ride" on TV last night I had a weird dream about Fenton. I woke up hoping that I'm not taking him for granted; I do see him as more than transportation.
Earlier we'd gone out for Cokes, and watched other students try to buy alcohol with fake IDs. Due to our unconventional mode of travel, neither of us drink socially. (Okay, at least not when we have to make our way back to the dorm.) Fenton has to keep alert to fly, and I need to be able to hold on.
Oh, and the quills are growing back nicely, thanks.
I can always tell when Rhonda's been drinking; the bell she wears rings a lot more.
BTW, I won't be home for Easter as I'll have a big paper due the day after. Dad's been asked to be the Easter Bunny again, and this time he's resolved not to get sick.