We went to Barnes & Noble at the Mall of America to see Crazy Aunt Purl. You know how you anticipate something....a much-desired Christmas present, the arrival of a new car, a wedding day....and you keep telling yourself that your imagining of it is probably beyond reality, but you hope it'll be nice? Well, it was like that. But ladies and gennulmen, it was beyond the most ecstatic expectations in ways I never could've anticipated. Let me say that I hope all you reading this -- nay, everyone EVERYWHERE, has at least one experience like this in your lifetime.
And I'll write about it all a little later. (Is that a groan I hear?) Here's why: I woke up this morning at 9:57, to find a note from Lovely Daughter saying she'd let me sleep in and caught the motel Shuttle to the Mall of America to begin our day there; call her cell phone when I wake up. Well, I called - and she was, of course, still on the 10:00 a.m. shuttle for the five-minute ride to the Mall! (May I point out two things? 1) she's a big girl and doesn't need her mommy, even to go to the
By the time we've had our day there and come back to the motel, no doubt shopped out, well-fed and pooped, the events of last night will have settled, sorted, and be in much better order for me to write about. WARNING: any words used to describe it will NOT, I repeat NOT be hyperbole. In fact, I may have to pick up a thesaurus to see if I can find words better than the pittance I know for "good".
C U L8R. (Don't you hate those?)