Despite a raging headache, a Hurricane Katrina of a headache, I dragged myself to the office yesterday. Had a full plate. Much to do. Deadlines. Important stuff. Oh, not really. Actually, totally stupid, waste-of-time-but-you-have-to-do-it-anyway stuff. But lots of it.
Two hours in the office, and I realize if I don't go put my head on ice, the consequences will be severe. At least for me.
So, back to my car I schlep, which means walking past the LSU Indian Mounds. Yep, real Indians. Real mounds. At least 5,000 years old, these grass-covered mounds spring up like gigantic scoops of ice cream in the middle of the campus. Here in the flatlands of south Louisiana, these mounds serve as a magnet for kids; running up them and rolling on down is a key part of any Baton Rouge childhood. Not surprisingly, then, even with the 100-degree temperatures yesterday, kids dotted the mounds.
As I walked by, a little girl about 4-years-old came careening down and yelling,
"I changed my mind! I changed my mind! I want to be a PRINCESS!!"
Yeah. What she said.
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