You can call me Carrie-Anne for short

On Sunday, Adam gave me a big hug, looked lovingly up into my face with his beautiful hazel eyes, pulled my hair back with his hands and declared that I looked “just like the girl from the Matrix.”

Now, I look NOTHING like her.  She’s a brunette, I’m a redhead.  She’s thin, I’m fat.  She’s an expert in all forms of martial arts, running up the sides of buildings and accurately firing machine guns whilst wearing a tight black rubber suit.  I’m more of a kitchen dancer /slash/ marshal arts novice, I’ve never even held a gun and I prefer cotton.

Still, it doesn’t hurt to have your ego boosted a few points by your youngest ANGEL child.

Guess who’s my favourite this week?


4 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by missmamamoon on December 11, 2007 at 7:49 pm

    Trinity, you ROCK! So does your son!


  2. Mwahaha! Heather I love you so!


  3. Heh. I bet he’s angling for extra ‘nice’ points. (not that you’re not kick-ass and awesome)


  4. cute!

    Wishing you a wonderful holiday from the Cookie Jar! 🙂


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