|And they go and grow up on you|
How did this happen?
We sent Squirrel off today to shop for school clothes and she did great - including the lil' number pictured above. [This is not to be confused with something she is going to wear to class. She is going to wear this to a....uh....that thing....out on a date perhaps?.....oh, hell if I know. She liked it.]
So? Um. Wow. Her Father is still trying to recover. I am sure at one point smelling salts were utilized. I don't know. I haven't opened my eyes for three hours.
But? We have to let her move on and grow up and she is tickled with this dress. That is good enough for me - and it does cover all her bits and pieces, so I didn't complain.
Well, not out loud, mind you. I just smiled and said "Lovely darling." ::choke::
Then I went to my room, laid on my bed, curled myself into the fetal position and I prayed.
I prayed for God.
I prayed for our Country.
Most of all I prayed for a small, self contained fire that burned that dress to ashes.
That isn't going to happen is it?