Bless her heart.

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood!

And here are tonight's top stories:

Top Story #1:  We must first discuss the COW.

First of all, I thoroughly enjoy everyone's comments.

Just a FYI for you there.

You could comment anything, and I would be tickled.

Yes.

Tickled.

You could say, "Barbara was here."

or

"Purple."

even "12" would suffice.

For you see folks, I am a stay-at-home mom.  And I heart it when adults talk to me.

This is my blogging process:

1)  Quickly type out a bunch of foolishness.

2)  Ascertain whether or not I need to add this picture:

this picture:

or, perhaps even this picture:

If so, I copy and paste.

In haste.

(oh!  that was clever!)

3)  Center entire post.  Because I can.

4)  Consider for 1.2 seconds about selecting a category to file this post under.

5)  Decide my post has no purpose, and therefore will remain uncategorized.

6)  Hit publish and hope for comments.

So, there you have it!

All comments are special.

Not just the COW.

Alright.

Enough of that nonsense.

This week's COW (comment of the week) goes to Andi!

On my post, Price Checker, she commented:

"What do you mean nag? I consider it to be helpful coaching…Nagging is such a, well, HARSH word."

Ha!  "Helpful coaching!"

Loved it.

Go visit Andi, if you are so inclined, and leave her a comment.

She is a kindred spirit and a bosom friend.

(Name that book)

Top Story #2:  Sister Meagan's graduation

Sister Meagan is back from Europe and now preparing to graduate from the University tomorrow.

It is sure to be swell, joyous, and full of pomp and circumstance.

100 (meaningless) points to anyone who can tell me what "pomp and circumstance is."

Top Story #3:  Shopping with Daisy Mae

Last night, Daisy Mae and I went clothes shopping.

Clothes shopping for me.

While in the first store, she ran around trying to pick out clothes for me.

Bless her heart.

But when she would proudly bring an XS halter top, I would have to decline.

This would disappoint her, but never deter her from her mission.

So, she would be across the store and shout,

"Mom!  Here's a cute shirt!  It says "S"!"

Me:  Put it back.

DM (Daisy Mae  . . . keep up, people!):  Why?

Me:  Too small.  I am a "M."

DM:  Oh.  Because you are so chubs?

Yes.

Bless her heart.

But wait!

There's more!

I learned something about my daughter last night.

She is getting too old to be in a dressing room with me.

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She pokes and prods at my chubs.  Even though I pretend it does not exist.

When I bent down to pick up something, she yanked up my unmentionables.

Boundaries, Daisy Mae.

Boundaries.

So, then I try on clothes, and as usual some things fit and some things don't.

DM:  Why doesn't it fit, Mom?

Me:  It just doesn't.

DM:  Is it too big or too small?

Me:  Too small.

DM:  Just get a L.

Well, that would be all fine and dandy, seeing as how an L would be more forgiving in my tummy regions, but ridiculous looking up top. 

 You see, dear readers, I fear Victoria never let me in on her secret.

Oh, dressing rooms.  Could they make a person feel any fatter?

Technically, I am not overweight.

I know.

Weird.

But, for not being overweight, I am super wobbly.

And fluffy.

I guess it comes with age.

I am twenty-eight-and three-quarters now.

(Name that Movie-it's a tricky one!)

And Daisy Mae is quick to zone in on my trouble spots.

Bless her heart.

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Welcome back, male readers, if any of you exist!

So, we hit a few stores when, finally, we are finished and we head back to our car.

DM:  Oh. My. Gosh.  I want that truck.

Me:  You want a Hummer?

DM:  What's a Hummer?

Me:  That truck.

DM:  I just love that color.  It is like mustard.

Me:  Oh.

DM:  If that was my truck, I would jump in the back right this very second.

Me:  Good to know.

DM:  Do you think Dad would ever buy a Hummer?

Me:  No.  Probably not.

DM:  Darn.

Me:  Yup.

DM:  You know why I talk so much?

Me:  Why?

DM:  I was born at the wrong time.

And with that, she rolled down her window and was silent.

Bless her heart.

Happy Weekend!