To the person who found my blog after googling "my sister and her friends like to dress me up in diapers," I would like to say that I most emphatically cannot help you. Please - go away. Thank you.
Is he gone? Good. Back to our regularly scheduled programming...
I've been spending my evening trying to figure out Kindle. Luddite though I am, I am determined to stay abreast of whatever technological wave is cresting, all the while mixing my metaphors madly as I go. So far, all that I've figured out is that it costs one heck of a lot of money, and then I still have to pay for the books to download to it. I could pay a lot of library fines with that sort of dough.
[Whaddaya mean, Luddites don't have blogs? This one does. I can't work the DVD player, I can't work my cellphone, I can't work my microwave, for heaven's sake - but I do blog. I'm a little leery of electric toothbrushes, also; but that is another story.]
This evening Anna asked if we could look for different shoes for the dress we bought her for Easter that she refused to wear (even though she picked it out). Bummer - I was just about to E-bay it. So I took her to Target and we didn't find shoes that were satisfactory and I could feel her hot, angry breath on my neck all the way out of the store. The silence in the car on the way home was deafening. I spent the ride recalling how fun it used to be to have Anna in the car with me, chatting away about whatever it was she was looking forward to at that particular moment. She was the type of person who would get up and treat each day like a present to be opened. Does growing up require a girl to lose a perfectly pleasant temperament? I can't remember. Maybe I should ask my mother. Odds are, though, she would refuse to answer me, all the while smiling like the lovely lady to the right.
That's okay - she'll have waited 30 years for that moment; I'll let her enjoy it.