Wouldn't you know it? I blog about Wilson and then he's gone.
He is sorely missed.
Oh yeah -- a little gem -- I overheard this at the Friends of the Library Book Sale on Sunday:
"Are books for reading or for smelling? I think they're for smelling, especially the really old, yellow ones."
Monday, April 14, 2008
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I have to admit, I was disappointed in Mr. Hanks for not swimming after Wilson- to save him. It seemed craven.
A testament to the strong acting/story? Or a revelation of my strange emotional attachment to anthropomorphized sporting equipment?
I'll tell you something for nothing, you never know how much you'll love a volleyball until it's gone.
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