Legal Pads.

I found a stash of yellow legal pads in my desk drawer today, hidden behind old manila folders of press releases, campaign outlines and all those other PR tasks that I don't understand and will never actually care for. But the legal pads! Mm. Delight. They reminded me of an old list I used to keep of all the things I loved. I probably wrote half of it on a legal pad itself until I moved it to a digital file. 

Maybe it's the absence of spiral binding that makes me love legal pads so much. It never failed that that stupid wire would come undone or snag my sweater. ...Since I wore so many geeky sweaters as a child.

Doodle doodle. Joe and I used to play tic-tac-toe and the dot game all through Stake Conference on my yellow pad. Or there were a few years when pages were filled with those schnoz'd comic heads of Joe's. 

I don't know how it happened that we always sat in the overflow section. Probably Mom's fault. Heaven knows the rest of us didn't take much time cleaning and dressing ourselves.  

Then there was that day I decided I would be a poet and I took my legal pad to the sidewalk's end for inspiration. As I lay on the hill under that gnarly...oak? tree, I composed the following masterpiece:

Clouds are so big in the sky

They are so prity 

I am so small here on earth.

I would like to state that even as a 7 year old child, I recognized that as crap. I knew I'd never be a writer but come on....the dream was too fun to give up.

I relish being so cliché sometimes. Whatevs. Keeps me unified with my fellow mankind. 

(I just heard a faint "hee hee" from the other side of the office. MJ is spreading.)