I have a friend who is a jellyfish*.
I've known her since I was born (she is a couple of months older than me).
We used to play a game called Hawaiian Grandmother. It involved some wire-rimmed glasses and a hula-skirt.
When we were about 4, we climbed up her chest of drawers, pretending we were scaling a mountain. We pulled the whole thing down on top of us.
Now we are grown up, my friend Jellyfish lives next door to me. Sometimes mean people pull her tentacles, and that makes her a sad Jellyfish.
Which is annoying because she is not a poisonous jellyfish, and she doesn't sting.
My friend Jellyfish is very good at her job (teaching little jellyfishes to share and read and do maths). She is totally awesome and I'm very proud of her.
*Did you know that the collective noun for jellyfish is "bloom"? Pretty.
This is Lili's OLD WEBSITE! Go to liliwilkinson.com.au for the shiny, better, more up-to-date, awesome version.
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Oh. OH. *speechless*
*cries*
*remembers that Lili actually caused herself a semi-serious injury playing Hawaiian Grandma Climbs The Mountain*
*cries again, but in a laugh-y way*
It means a lot that you are proud of me. Because you, perhaps more than anyone, understand the path/s I might have taken instead.
Tears at my desk. Hot fast-flowing tears at my desk on a day when I'm meant to be grown-up and together and Very Serious Plz for a job interview. Thanks very much, ladies. THANKS VERY MUCH BOTH OF YOU FOR REMINDING ME OF YOUR AWESOMOSITY AT THIS TIME WHICH IS MOST INCONVENIENT.
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