7 Quick Takes: Better Late Than Never
35 minutes more, and Friday's over - I have to do this fast, because I don't know how to change that sign up there to 7 Quick Takes Saturday.
- Mrs. G has a post up at the Women's Colony in which she reminisces fondly about 8th-grade roller-skating nights. I, too, remember going to the roller rink in 8th grade. I managed to fall on my butt so hard that I must have bruised my tailbone. All I know is that I could hardly walk and my mother had to write a note to get me excused from gym that Monday. Whatever she wrote made the gym teacher laugh at me. Thanks, Mom!
- I pulled out all the stops for dinner on Thursday: I roasted 2 chickens, meticulously carved them up, made gravy from the drippings, and mashed my own potatoes. At the last minute, I realized I had forgotten a vegetable and threw some frozen corn into the microwave. Guess which item the children raved about? That'll teach me to make an effort, won't it?
- Larry thought the above incident was very funny. He kept saying throughout dinner, "Gee, honey, they really like that corn you made" and "Boy, this corn is delicious!" I'm thinking that if he didn't have me around, he'd have to amuse himself by going downtown and kicking homeless people lying on the sidewalk.
- Larry would never kick a homeless person. I am in no way advocating the abuse of homeless people. #4 is an example of hyperbole, a writerly trick used to make a point. The point being that Larry gets his giggles by rubbing salt in my wounds. Is that nice? I don't think so.
- My best friend met me at Starbuck's tonight with a bag of Halloween candy she had stolen from her children. We sat around and ate their candy and complained about them. Also, I helped her cast on for a poncho she's knitting for her 7-year-old. Whose candy we ate. Go figure.
- I finally convinced Susie to wear a pair of overalls that were in her drawer. Half of her wardrobe this winter consists of cute overalls with matching shirts handed down from Rachel. Susie's been refusing to put any of them on. Why? I know not why. Perhaps she was holding out for something more sophisticated. She's got quite the fashion sense, for a 4-year-old.
- 10 minutes to go - I made it!