Ham

   It's hot now. About a week ago, it was freezing-- around 20 degrees or so. Now? Dear goodness gracious, it's 75 degrees (Michigan standards...) It was raining and the humidity is clouding everyone's vision with their own sweat. There is a large sliding glass door next to my computer so I can watch all of Michigan's humidity resistance fauna (squirrels, squirrels, and more squirrels) scuttle through the hot, damp, emerald grass. Burn, squirrels. Burn and stop leaving acorn caps in our yard so I have to go out and pick them up so we can mow.
    The other day I went to my little sister Bean's (nickname) dance recital. She is 5, and the biggest stage ham of all time. She's a full Christmas dinner when it comes to the spotlight. There is only one other girl in her class, and she is three, so their teacher has to speak to them and repeat all the moves to keep them on track. The whole thing is absolutely hilarious. One particular moment was the finale. Each girl was given a paper folding fan-- like the kind you would buy in bulk from Oriental Trading. The song was 'Reflection' from Mulan, which might I say is the greatest Disney movie ever. Between Bean trying to stretch her five year old baby fat clad body into elegant shapes, the other little girl glaring at her big sister the whole time, and the dance instructors thick accent (She sounds like Gru from Despicable Me) it was the most entertaining performance I have ever seen. I'm not even being sarcastic right now (that's new) I loved it.
   Later that evening Bean asked me to "Do her hair like Mulan!" (in a bun with a clip and ribbon) After I piled her corn silk hair into a messy bun she squealed "I look like Mulan! I'm going to save China!" All I'm going to say is that my whole family is blonde with blue or green eyes. Sorry, Bean, but no. No you do not look like Mulan.