"This is it, kiddo," I said to her after supper, "Your last night of freedom. You're going to be in school for at least the next 19 years!"
Mommy wants one of the girlies to be a doctor. That is the entirety of my long-term health insurance plan. And in that case, it's gonna be more like 25 years.
Tomorrow is The Big Day. I think she's excited. She's excited about wearing her dress, anyway, so that's half the battle. Of course I'll be posting pictures.
I hope you all had a nice Labor Day. I went to a party at a friend of my parents' - Mom has known Chris for about 25 years - since my brother and Chris's oldest son were in preschool together (how's that for bringing it all full circle?). The girls were extremely good. They didn't fall into Flint Lake. They could have set my car on fire, as long as they didn't fall in the lake, and I would've thought they were fairly good (I have this thing about water...), but they were honestly very good.
A funny thing happened. A former state senator was at the party, and someone pointed him out to me. Toward the end of the evening, he was making kissy faces at Claire (I refrained from making a joke about him being a typical baby kissing politician, because he's a nice guy and he's retired). Anyway, I introduced myself, "Hi, Mr. A, I'm Amy Prettybaby," and he said, "Oh, I know you, your father in law taught at Grammaland High School, and your mom owns a little place south of Grammaland, and your husband has a business down there in..." (Of course, he didn't say Grammaland, and I didn't tell him my last name was Prettybaby, but you know what I mean...)
WELL! I have to tell you, that having a politician recognize me and know my bio like that made me feel like a real muckity muck!
I had Mom help me outside with the kids, and I said to her, "Mom, you'll never believe this! Bill A. knows who I am!!" and told her all the things he'd told me about myself. She laughed and said, "Honey, I was talking to him earlier and told him all that stuff." Talk about deflating my ego. Oh well, it was nice to feel somewhat famous for 15 minutes. And that's all we really get out of this life, anyway, right? 15 minutes.
I am going to get a t-shirt printed with my URL that says "I'm famous on the internet!" HA!
While we were in Grammaland, the girlies tried on their dresses for Mimi's wedding. I am not going to post the pictures, because I don't want to spoil the surprise, but Oh. My. God. Are they going to be the cutest things in shiny shoes ever to grace Gramma's chapel!! Mimi did a great job of choosing dresses, actually. For a bridesmaid's dress, mine is really pretty flattering. I probably won't wear it again, but it's a nice chocolate brown color, so I'm going to cut it up and make throw pillows after the wedding is over!
Grandpa Bob came over for dinner tonight. We had turkey and rice (from the Day of Poultry I had this weekend) and green beans. MG was calling them breen geans. Claire was being such a little ham. Her personality is coming out more and more every day. She can say a whole bunch of words: snack, drink, yellow, green, blue, red, pink, black, white, mama, dada, sister, Max, good dog, go, bye, hello... But the clearest word she says, and this will come as no surprise to you younger siblings, is "MINE!"
I should probably go watch Bush talk on the RNC. Big update tomorrow afternoon!