I had fun hanging out with M. and throwing a Stevie Nicks party this afternoon. We’re going to watch Stevie Nicks Live in Red Rocks, next. M. has decided he’s also a fan. I almost said, “Performing music is totally how she got all her fans,” but I caught myself. Whew!
I even wrote a poem. M. wrote one too. He won’t let me share it, though. (It’s excellent!) Mine is far less impressive and perhaps a bit heavy on the Negative Nancy. Saw that coming, did you? Heh. Ah, well. Here it is: