What is with you updating so late at night? Cause I am always like just about to sign off and go to sleep and I get that email.
And, I haven't heard that song (I know, I still haven't downloaded any... right now concentrating on getting packed), but I gotta say the way you describe it... I so want it, because I love that feeling, not that I have ever had it, but I want to feel it so much. And so, yowza, I am already in love with this chapter and I haven't even started reading.

I stuff my hands in my pockets also. I have been told I fiddle with stuff too much - my necklace, my fingers, anything. My hands are fiddling hands. And so, if I have enough sense of mind, they get stuffed somewhere. Or else they just cause trouble. My mom always jokes she can tell where I have been - there are cords wrapped around stuff, rubber bands tied in notes, etc.

I love slightly awkward jam.

When I pick up grass, I tie it into knots. When I pick up long stranges of grass, I make elaborate pieces of artwork with it. Some are actually quite cool. Yes, that is the one little bit I comment on.Pam and the piece of grass.

such a sweet ending image. I did a happy sigh.

My dreams are going to be filled with happy jam. :D

Author's Response:

Haha.. Thanks for the review and the Facebook add! I'm a fiddler too! I doodle on things and I'm always picking at my finger nails or the ring on my hand....it's just a thing...weird. I tried to break the habit but its impossible. I hate it.

Sweet JAMMY dreams, my dear.