We arrived late Friday night at our midway stop en route to our fabulous weekend ski vacation. I already have collected fabulous dinner-table conversations to regale you with later.
But in the meantime, I leave you with a tale of this time of great mourning in our house.
For several days, the Roo-girl has been eagerly anticipating the announcement of the release date of book 4 in the Stephenie Meyer "Twilight"/"New Moon"/"Eclipse" vampire series.
One of her friends had told her it would be in May. This was way ahead of the October or November date she thought it was going to be. This was such an exciting change that apparently she and several of her friends danced around school on Wednesday, chanting "It's May! It's May! It's May!"
Never let it be said that I don't rain on my little girl's parade. There was an announcement on Thursday that the official release date is ...
*drum roll please*
Oh the moaning and crying and rending of garments that ensued!!
If her lower lip had gotten any lower, she would have scraped it on the pavement.
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On a similar theme, her royal Roo'ness decided she needed another instant messenger screen name. This one proclaimed an imagined relationship between her and the main character of her obsession-compulsion.
Prompting this response from her older brother:
Drama King (9:44:30 PM): Your daughter is diseased. Have you seen her new screenname?
Evil Mother (9:44:40 PM): yes
Evil Mother (9:44:44 PM): you know what this is from?
Drama King (9:44:50 PM): Yes.
Evil Mother (9:45:05 PM): i dont know ANYONE else who obsesses about stuff this way
Evil Mother (9:45:47 PM): do you? :-P
Drama King (9:46:24 PM): Are you implying something?
Evil Mother (9:46:45 PM): not me
Evil Mother (9:46:47 PM): oh no
Evil Mother (9:46:49 PM): nono
Evil Mother (9:46:53 PM): no no no no
Drama King (9:47:19 PM): Lol, when you see me with the screen name of peterparkerismybf then we'll talk about obsession.
Evil Mother (9:47:43 PM): ROFLMFAO
Yeah, we grow 'em normal in my neck of the woods.