— Justin came over with his three kids. Cashel and the three kids were playing down the hall and we could hear some ruckus going on. Justin went to check, came back and said, “It’s fine. They’re just playing Somali Pirates.”
— My father gave each of us a copy of the book he wrote in 1989. He had been keeping the copies for us – not wanting them to get ruined in all of our various moves. But now we each have a copy. Beautiful. Dedicated to my mother, of course. Cashel, good little boy, flipped through the book and said, “When was Ulysses published?” What a sweetie. Talking with the adults, being interested in what was going on. Bless you.
— Bren, Cash, Siobhan and I went to go see Bolt the night before Thanksgiving. It was great!! So much fun! We all just fell in love with that obese awesome hamster. Great great character.
— Cashel made me a great card for my birthday. He’s a very good artist. I stand there in a real bad-ass pose, and I am wearing a fedora and cracking a bullwhip. I am flanked by two enormous statues – kind of like the lions on the steps of the New York Public Library – only these are two giant turkeys. Above my head is an open book on a pedestal, and it has a question mark on the pages and is called “Untitled”. It is addressed to SHEILA O’MALLEY AND THE FUTURE NATIONAL BESTSELLER. I was really touched.
He is so good!
Cashel’s such a wonderful kid!
OK. Playing Somali pirates? That is hilarious.
I am tearing up.
Sounds like great memories are being made, Sheila. Love the card!!
I kind of want to play Somali Pirates, too!!
I want to crack a whip and wear a fedora, like in your card, to be perfectly honest.
hahahaha
Me too!!!! I’ll show you the card next time you visit – I look so unbelievably butch and tough!
I’d so be in that room playing Somali Pirates. Of course, I’d whip them up into some crazed frenzy and we’d definitely break something.
hahahahahahaha