We looked startledly at one another, and I said, "We don't go to school. We're, um, we're older than we look."
She asked us our ages, and we said, 29 and 31.
"Wow," she said, "you guys look like you're 15 or so."
Perhaps because I was wearing my new floral capri pants, and had just been swinging a purse over my head so that Sis could admire its color from the other side of the display....
...and the other night I woke up in the middle of the night from a disturbing dream. I don't remember the specifics any longer, but I was in some kind of concert hall, and for some unclear reason I had my teddy bear, Jethro, with me. I was having trouble navigating the tight aisles with him, so I set him down somewhere. When I came back later, he was gone. I couldn't find him anywhere, and it really upset me! I woke up, worried, then found that I was lying on my side with my Jethro clutched safely in my arms. I went back to sleep, relieved.
I think I've decided to keep the flower pants. Even if they're not really "me", I can make them become me. And they're cute and fun. Last night, C and I went to play on the playground, and he took pictures of me in them. I'll post a few later. (Note: only people on my friends list get to see pictures. Want to be on it? Need a code? Just ask.)