In the realm of not so gothy, but not entirely ungothy sartorial news, Franny insisted on wearing her fairy wings to school today.
In similar news, Annabel's class made decorated paper crowns in daycare this week and got to take them home yesterday. (I think this had something to do with the biblical story of Esther, which was the week's theme in chapel time.) She wore hers to the library, talking about it to the librarian, random people on the elevator and in the check-out line, etc. When asked if she was a princess, she always said she was the king.
She wanted to wear the crown to bed, but we suggested she prop it on the head of the bed instead. (As she sometimes does with her pirate hat from her Halloween costume, leading me to wish her pirate dreams when I kiss her goodnight.)
Did she get the date wrong Jesse? Because that would be hiLARious.
My forecasting database is actively working against me today. It is usually my friend. What did I do to incur its wrath?
This would be why men irritate me so much.
I think this is an unfair characterization
Maybe more an unfair generalisation than characterisation?
It does seem a shame to toss out the baby (oops) with the bathwater, but maybe you don't place much value on the baby in the first place.
Did she get the date wrong Jesse? Because that would be hiLARious.
I don't know what the hell her problem is.
When asked if she was a princess, she always said she was the king.
That's one smart kid you got there! She could be the king of the pirates, thus combining the headgear hanging from her bed.
I am not going home at lunch today to nap. I am working through lunch instead. I know there's a middle ground around here somewhere--I just don't remember where I put it.
I want one of these, and this, and maybe this.
I am starving, but I am also leaving work in 20 minutes or so, so I am trying to wait it out.
I'm bored. It has stopped raining so it's now getting gross and steamy outside. The day needs to end so I can take a nap.
She could be the king of the pirates, thus combining the headgear hanging from her bed.
I bet that's exactly who she is, in her dreams.
