Wednesday, December 21, 2005
It's her fault...
...that I'm a nerd. Let's blame it on Ramona Quimby, age 8. That was the first chapter book I ever read. And I loved Ramona. She was awesome. Don't try to deny it, you loved her, too. You hated Beezus. You wanted Howie to be your best friend. You got a stomach ache thinking about puking from fruit flies. You didn't understand why "The Dawnzer lee light" was wrong. You wished you were cool enough to name your doll Chevrolet. You wanted to live on Klickikat Street.
Less scandalous than Judy Blume, that's for sure. Ha, we used to read Forever under the tree on the playground.