Ali was over tonight. She made a scrapbook page, I played with PhotoShop, we ate pizza, and watched cartoons. In all, a full and delightful evening.
As we sat at the table, the babies upstairs started howling. One of them did, anyway. She looked at me and said, "Are they always that loud?"
Oh my! That was the happiest I've felt about being disappointed in a long time. It's so nice to have someone agree. It's akin to yesterday's annoyance about talking about babies. It is only akin, however, because we didn't talk about it for hours at a time. That's why I'm cool and everyone else isn't. And Ali. She can be cool tonight.
And BellyRub. He can be cool. For now. He sent me his dreamed up and frustrated conversation. My favorite line from the conversation goes like this:
Tell you what. You go talk to your kids and I'll have a beer.
Oh yes. That's what the world's about, right? I have no idea what that means, what the world might be about in this context. But I don't think I care right now.
And THAT is indeed what the world's all about.
Posted by dotty at February 23, 2006 11:03 PM | TrackBack