My plane left sunny San Francisco and landed in snowy Denver. Yay. Sometimes I wonder why I live here, since the older I get the more I dislike winter. It snowed all weekend, and on Sunday I bundled Eeyore up and we went in the back yard to build a snowman. I only had time to lob a couple of snowballs at him and build the bottom of the snowman before he announced he was cold:
Eeyore: “Mommy, I want to go inside.”
Kate: “Honey, we’ve only been out here for as long as it took me to get you dressed. Are you sure?”
Eeyore: “Yes.”
Kate: “Would you like to take a walk?”
Eeyore: “No. I want to go in and have some cocoa.”
A boy after my own heart. So we went in and I made him cocoa in his special mug and we had whipped cream on top and it was pretty great. Thank God there are some sweet moments to temper the incredible crash into willfulness we’ve had recently. I can’t believe we are in the midst of the big, fat cliché of the Terrible Twos in our house.
On another note, the other day I realized I have been driving the same path to work for the last SEVEN YEARS.
Sure, sometimes I take the road that takes me by Einstein’s, or down by the Safeway to get their discounted gas, but mostly it’s just seven straight years of the same thing, every day. That’s just depressing, and unless something changes I’m likely to be following that same path for the next 25 years. Then I’ll retire and they’ll give me a watch and I’ll be 65 and shopping at J. Jill and CHRIST.
But today I signed up for a January “humor writing” class at Gotham Writer’s Workshop, so tomorrow, the world.
2 comments:
A watch owner, 65 and shopping at J. Jill? The Horror! Run! Run for the hills! As fast as you can!
Thanks for stopping by my blog! Good luck with the writing conference--it sounds fun!
Do we have the most awesome weather or what? Even the fog rocks.
J. Jill: It's not as bad as Chico's. Just stay away from the minivans, k?
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