Sorry I’ve been scarce around here this week. It’s spring break, and we’ve been breaking. We took the kids to Six Flags yesterday, and it seems that we had the same idea as everyone else in the state. Walking around the park on one of the first really warm days of the spring, I was once again reminded that I don’t understand fashion. Everyone was strutting around in their weird outfits that made no sense, and all I was thinking was that this is what they’re going to expect us to wear this summer. I suppose this is how you become an old lady. I think I’m there, friends.
The whole time we were gone I was thinking about how lonely our cat must be. I am suddenly one of those people who worries about my cat’s feelings. Yet another sign that I’m old. I may as well go ahead and sign up for the cheese of the month club or find myself a bingo hall.
Today I went to lunch with my best friend, whom I haven’t seen since last summer, and I got a glimpse inside her purse. Can I tell you that it was a glorious and beautiful sight? Lots of useful things tucked neatly into their places, no trash, no cap-less pens or half-eaten suckers, no old receipts or broken crayons. I knew that mom purses like hers were rumored to exist, but I always thought they were more of an urban legend than anything. And, my trash-filled purse sagged over there uselessly, filled with nothing that I need and everything I don’t want to dig through just to find my lipstick.
If you’re interested in what kind of deep thoughts I’ve been thinking lately, here’s one for you: What do you call a fish with no eye? A fsh. Get it? No I????? I learned that little gem from my niece tonight. As you can tell, spring break has been all about solving the problems of the world and/or figuring out how close I am getting to old lady status.
Plus, the neatly organized mom purse sighting. Rare and wonderful, and I didn’t even get a picture.
Some people spend spring break on the beach. I’m glad to spend it with the people I love, listening to hyped up kid cousins sing at the top of their lungs in a living room crammed with happy people, piling onto a roller coaster on a sunny day, talking to a friend over a plate of food that would make Jenny Craig weep. It’s been a much needed break. And God is in it all.
He gives lots of gifts. Spring break is one of my favorites.