So, yeah, it wasn't the greatest week. To top it off, thinking that I was FINALLY caught up on popular culture (as I had watched the first episode of Downton Abbey Season 3 AHEAD of time on my friend's British DVD player), I rashly chose to read some blog posts about the episode and was treated to numerous spoilers before I figured out that EVERYONE ELSE in this country had cheated by watching 2 (2!) episodes last Sunday night.
|Cain't say no...|
So I had to go back to my friend's house and eat MORE holiday cookies (see above, re "fat jeans") and watch Episode 2. Then, just to make sure I didn't fall behind, we decided to watch Episode 3. And here's the part where I decide to be mature and not ruin things for anyone. Much.
Just...Edith. It's about Edith. Also, Mary and Matthew look REALLY cute in bed together, don't you think? And the dowager countess is in fine form, as usual.
Back in the real world, things aren't quite as pleasant. Susie decided to spend half of last night coughing, and I decided to help Larry feel important by letting him take care of it. I wouldn't be surprised if he booked a hotel room for himself tonight, though.
Theo left us over the weekend to finish up his senior year at college. He had spent most of vacation gloating that he had only one semester of school left EVER and gleefully anticipating life as an adult with a paying job and no homework. "It's gonna be great!" he exulted.
Larry and I chose not to disabuse him of his fantasy. But that kid must not be very observant. I mean, how does he think we got the way we are, anyway?
Larry had to drive Theo to school (12 hours away), so he took Brian with him and dropped him off at Navhelowife's house on the way (Brian and her youngest are great friends). That left me with David (for technical assistance) and 2 little girls, one of whom was DETERMINED to visit the American Girl Store for the debut of Paige. Or Saige. I can't remember.
|Don't get involved - she's high maintenance.|
Nevertheless, Friday found us at the mall, where I took my virgin tour of that retail mecca for all things American Girl. Not wishing to quash Rachel's excitement, I refrained from pointing out that people were spending MORE MONEY on their doll's hair ($20 hair styling for your doll, I swear to God) than I spend on Rachel's. I even shared Rachel's delight in the matching dresses (one for the doll, the other for the doll's owner), although the price tags made me want to scream in shock. We managed to leave, finally, with one finished craft project, a Saige poster, and a doll-size Saige T-shirt (all free).
And I am never going back in there, people. NEVER AGAIN.
[Cookie tray image: Jovina Cooks Italian]
[Saige image: Doll Diaries]