bouncyYour biggest fan is also going to be the first one waiting to puncture your ego if it starts getting too big, the one who says 'I don't understand this' without saying 'so it sucks,' and the one who tells you to wipe your nose, zip your pants, and go deal with your own messes, because your biggest fan understands that sometimes, you just need smacked upside the head and told to get over yourself. Everyone needs a biggest fan. But I don't.
The position has been filled.
Last night, I spent about two hours shopping with my mother. We shopped for shoes (which I hate doing) and came away with two pairs that manage to be super-cute without a) being super-high, b) revealing my tan line (I walk so much, in such similar shoes, that I have two-tone feet), or c) showcasing my terrifying 'I am a marathon walker who used to take dance classes, has broken each toe at least twice, and has never had a pedicure' toes. We shopped for supplies for my trip. We shopped for picture frames, because she needed to frame one of my comic strips and wanted to be ready to start framing my book covers. We shopped for Tootsie Pops (and were nearly defeated by the candy aisle). We shopped, in general, like an enormously tightly-wound neurotic blonde girl and her deeply placid mother. (Raising me pretty much killed her capacity for panic. 'Look, Mommy, this snake makes a noise!' had ceased to be a distressing statement by the time I was nine. This was largely a matter of self-defense.)
My biggest fan: my mother. And I'm pretty much okay with that.
July 10 2008, 18:02:05 UTC 8 years ago
I would love that job? Only the count would officially be zero by the time I was done.
NOMNOMNOM
-- Lorrie does indeed know that the edible bit on a sea urchin is, in fact, its gonads. But if "has look and texture of snot" is OK by you, they are yummy, yummy, gonads.
July 13 2008, 16:25:28 UTC 8 years ago
July 13 2008, 17:57:20 UTC 8 years ago
-- Lorrie
July 14 2008, 12:46:03 UTC 8 years ago