When I was wee, I kept a mental list of all the things I intended to do my way When I Was the Grown-Up, most of which I've never done. I have never, for example, stayed up all night eating nothing but ice cream, or neglected to clean my teeth for a week. One does remain, however: A particularly hormonal late-night argument with my lovely, enduring mother circa 1996 established a single concrete detail in my mind: When I was grown, I WOULD hang a towel over the side of the sink when I had finished cleaning the kitchen. And now, dear readers, I do. See?
It's almost as fun as drinking juice before bed.
6 maids a-milking:
Ha ha ha! I love small rebellions.
Isn't being grown up just the best?
Where did the hair cut post go? I wanted to tell you how cute your new do is :)
Hm. I must have accidently deleted it when I was purging old drafts en masse last night. I'll write a new one and stick it in its old spot. Thanks, Lynnetta! Short hair's my fave.
Also deleated? Mon Petite Chou.
I watch, I know.
You caught me. I was still thinking about that one, so took it back down. I'm not used to being on people's Readers yet. It doesn't suit my whims.
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