1. What a girl wants
2. This blog is all about me, me, me, me, me
3. I can't believe she just said that
4. Summer vacation is not a vacation
Three days into summer vacation here. Craig is teaching summer school, and Grace is done with preschool. We're having loads of fun. Not really.
Yesterday morning Grace told me that my legs were fat. I was in no mood to be evaluated by a three year old at seven in the morning, so I told her to go downstairs and see her dad. Minutes later she tromped back up the stairs to say, "Dad told me to come up and tell you I'm sorry for saying your legs are fat." To which I replied, "thanks for your apology, but I'm still not ready to talk to you. Go back downstairs."
Um, excuse me, but what the hell? Where did she get that my legs are fat? Clearly they are not toned, and yes, they are not immune to cellulite, but fat? What does a three year old know about fat. Ackk. Summer vacation. I need another vacation. Alone. With a gin and tonic. And a book. And a computer.
Moving on.
To buoy myself I decided to put together a list of my wants. I would deliver this to Craig, but after I outed him for listening to Delilah he's in no mood. Here goes:
What a girl wants
1. Doodle Tag or this
2. Canon Powershot S5
3. New Outdoor Lights
4. New kitchen and bathroom floors
5. Outdoor stone patio
6. Outdoor patio furniture
6. New summer sandals (too many choices, so little money)
7. Shirts that do not make me look pregnant
I suppose that I could also title this post: Ellen, you selfish whining gnat
1 comments:
Kids. Don't you just love 'em?!
It amazes me how they can say something like "Your legs are fat." or "Mommy, stop singing. It makes me sad." and still look completely angelic and loveable.
Nice wish list, by the way. All excellent choices.
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