Friday, October 19
POP!!! POP POP POP
The sheer volume of little nitnoid things that I want to make this house mine is overwhelming.
Okay, I have some big ticket items on the list, as well.
I want I want I want.
I'm poor I'm poor I'm poor.
whine whine whine.
Little O and I went to a birthday party last week, and I genuinely liked the mom. She was warm and friendly, seemed bright, and NORMAL. Which is good, as she's a new professor at the local university. It gives me hope.
Her daughter, whom my girl adores, was RUUUDE and NASTY to her own mother, and everyone laughed and acted charmed, as if she were just a spunky girl. That's not spunk, people! I can see where some of my issues with Little O have come from lately. This is a newly six year old girl--Telling the single mom who is throwing her a kick ass birthday party to shut up and stop talking.
It was the pop rocks all over again...