Royalty

Random Thought of the Day: I saw a woman driving a sparkly pink dump truck this week. I so want one.

I ordered two boxes of glistening plastic tiaras in various colors from a party supply store for Sophie's Run this year. Some are even trimmed with pastel-colored fur. I figure people regularly run marathons in sequined dresses, so why not? Erik's Auntie Dee-Ta and I would don tiaras on any given day, anyway, (if you someone dragging a trash can to the curb wearing a bathrobe, fuzzy slippers, and a crown, it's me). However, we thought they would be fun to wear atop our heads in honor of Sophie's birthday. It feels slightly strange feeling so goofy this year, but, quite honestly, I felt it coming on at last year's 5K. I must admit that I suspect that the combination of aging and Erik's diagnosis has made me much goofier than I ever was before. I daresay I am nearing the pathologically goofy category. With everything that is going on in my life right now, I simply have no time for meanness, long lines, feeling insecure, or taking crap from people who think they know everything anymore. I just don't feel like letting the little stuff break my mending heart wide open all over again. I have worked too hard to feel this good, and life is too short.

I elect instead to spend the energy doing something else.

Anything else.

I'll be doing it wearing a jeweled headpiece, of course.

Marketing Madness

Random Thought of the Day: Can someone at Huggies please explain why it is now necessary to put essence of cucumber and green tea in baby wipes? Okay, okay. I can kind of see the reasoning behind the cucumber. If I felt the need to slather vegetable paste on my bottom, that would be my first choice. But the green tea? Really. Do my child's buttocks need to be invigorated? Detoxified? Infused? Doesn't anything smell like plain baby powder anymore?

They're butt wipes, not finger sandwiches, people.