I’ll take another moment to write another non-blog.
After nearly 10 pages of thesising, I realized it was all crap and deleted it. Such is the story of my life…but my new page one is REALLY good!
Yesterday was my mini-me’s 18th birthday. Mini-me is a girl whose family used to live across the street from us, and I pretty much helped raised this child for her first 4 years of life because I was a lonely kid and invited myself over to her house everyday. I was there so often she used to call me her “big sissy.” These days I’ve taken to calling her my mini-me because we share a lot of the same characteristics, and I feel it is my duty to correct this behavior now while she still has a chance at normalcy. Anyway, the point of this story is to say that for her 18th birthday, I was invited to her spa day party and I got a massage. Massages are possibly one of the greatest things on earth, along with video games that are all about dancing, like Dance Central on Xbox and Just Dance on Wii, both of which we got to play yesterday (!!!) So it was a happy birthday to me more than Caitlin.
Then today I went for a run. People in Roswell are unlike people in New Hampshire in that they’ll smile and nod and say hello to you when you walk or run by them rather than glare or ignore you entirely. So I’m used to smiling. But today, I got unusually big smiles, and I thought maybe happiness was in the air (did everyone get a massage and play Dance Central yesterday?) Eventually I remembered what I looked like, and then I understood. Behold these babies:
They even seem to have excited the dog. Behold the tail wagging:
I then went to the tennis courts in the knee socks and was practicing my serve when this couple I always see but I’ve never played with invited me to hit with them. I guess the socks are a hit, or at least don’t make people question my mental capability. Or maybe it’s the exact opposite.
ps Shout out to Lauren, my BSF (blood sister forever) whom I got to see last night. YAY! Thanks for letting me dance on you while you were trying to sit and be normal. I love you.
2 thoughts on “Artifical dancing and knee-high socks”
I’m sorry I was too pathetic to dance with you! It was so fun to see you and to see you so happy! Can’t wait to see you next weekend!
Also… I love the socks. Hopefully no one accused you of being a gang member
Babe i’m in love with the socks.