I'm taking a break from writing a brochure, because the occasional interruptions to help Little Guy find the bowl when he throws up aren't all that refreshing. And blogging is a better use of my brain than wondering if the tummy woes are contagious, and if so how long it takes before the bug hits: Snuggler debuts as a munchkin in The Wizard of Oz tomorrow night, at the children's theater. She has four performances this weekend, and my mom flew in to see her. So... I hope this too shall pass. Or at least pass Snuggler by.
A random thought, apropos of being WAY too old to be up all night:
A neighbor called me a couple weeks ago, because she wanted me to consider joining her in a money-making venture. It sounded like it was going to be one of those pyramid deals, where everyone on the top gets a share of what everyone on the bottom sells. But to be polite I looked at the online presentation. They were pushing a line of beauty products that purportedly stops aging at the genetic level.
I called the woman back and said I wasn't interested. She asked why. I said, "Well, I kind of figure that people who are getting old don't need help with looking young. What they need is help getting comfortable with the fact that they're getting older."
Apparently my neighbor hadn't heard that objection before. She let me go.
Back to the brochure.
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Hope nobody else gets the yuks. I love -- LOVE -- your answer to the beauty-product purveyor. I figure I've earned every wrinkle.
ReplyDeleteYes to the putting the cosmetics lady in her place!
ReplyDeleteJulia- I've been reading your responses to people's posts on the Washington Heights Parents' List Serve for the last 3 years and I think you are truly special! Your posts are thoughtful and advice brilliant. Your children are very lucky to have you! You need to write a book to share your wisdom!!!
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