A New Level of Lame
Hello Readers –
We have finally returned from our venture out West and have (sort of) settled back into normality…whatever that may be. As you all know, Hal and I are furiously writing the marriage book this summer and in order to get anything done, we do our best to keep the little ninos busy. Thus, Brandon is taking a golf camp which lasts from 9-3 and Hannah is attending GACS’ Sonshine camp. I wasn’t sure how Brandon would hold up in the heat with nothing but golf to do all day (honestly, I can’t think of anything worse, except maybe a bowling camp) but when he bounded home fresh as a daisy and asked Hal if they could go play 18 – now – I had my answer.
Dear future daughter in law, I officially apologize for the millions of dollars that my son will spend on this addiction and the countless hours that it will consume. I will, henceforth, keep all of his father’s golf magazines so that you will not have to purchase any – as I am not allowed to throw any away, this will be no extra task for me. On those Saturdays and long golf weekends, you can come over and curse me out at your leisure, then we’ll go get manicures and eat sweets. Love, Mom
As for Hannah – I think this is her last year to attend Sonshine camp. She is having an absolute blast since four of her close friends are there, but when your counselor is only 6 months older than you, it may be time to move on. It only freaks me out a little that she could possibly be working next summer and so this morning when she came in our room, complaining of a bad dream, I happily scooped her into bed with me and snuggled for as long as possible. I didn’t think that it would all happen so fast. She and I share shoes and eyebrow waxing appointments now. Then, yesterday, it happened…. I got a notice about my 20th high school reunion and Hannah said the words that I once said to my mom…. “Gosh, 20 years??? You really are old, aren’t you?”
Anywho – we’re glad to be back in the land of the sane. Which brings me to this picture. Whilst in LA, Hannah and I wandered into a Juicy Couture store, just for laughs and found this stroller. Yes, for only $450, you too can purchase this status symbol so that everyone you run into can see how ridiculously shallow you are. Don’t forget the $120 footmuff attachment. What’s that, you ask? Why, you Philistines, a footmuff is a custom made attachment (emblazoned with the Juicy Couture logo and lined with feux fur, of course) that you velcro on to the bottom of the stroller so that your precious princess doesn’t get cold tootsies. Hey, you never know when a cold north wind will blow right through the streets of downtown LA. You have to be prepared.