By Tara Zandra | November 7, 2013
Last night I bought Daisy the absolute perfect Christmas dress. This one, actually. I fell in love with it on the spot and bought it. When I got home and put it on Daisy, we could not even zip it up. So tonight we took her with us to exchange it. I put a 10 on her- it barely zipped. I put a 12 on her- it zipped but she could not breathe. I put a 14 on her- it zipped, she could kind of breathe. I compared the 10, 12, and 14 and the difference in the waist size was about a quarter of an inch from the 10 to the 14. Each larger size elongated the bodice but the waist never got any wider. Insane! It was with a heavy heart that I had to just return it as I did not like a single other dress they had.
Daisy was pretty sad too as she liked all the sparkly dresses because girl has never met a sequin she didn’t like.
Complete change of topic. Today I was on facebook and I got a little notification telling me someone liked a status. Except the someone was an old boyfriend I haven’t spoken to in almost 20 years and the status was from March 2012 that I had apparently marked friends of friends as opposed to just friends.
I’m pretty sure he saw that I had commented on a mutual friend’s status yesterday and for whatever reason he clicked my name. But to scroll back through how many public posts to get to March of last year? Kinda weird.
Honestly, I wouldn’t even care if we were friends on facebook. I wouldn’t send him a request but I would approve one if he sent it to me. I mean, it really has been almost 20 years and we’re both married with kids and it’s not like we parted on terrible terms and it’s not like it even a teeny-tiny bit matters at all now. I think the randomness surprised me more than anything.
There’s another person whose friendship request I did not approve because my general rule is I have to be able to envision myself going out for a drink with someone before I approve the request. I’ve made minor exceptions but I really do stick to that for the most part. Anyway, this other person then decided to become a follower of mine on facebook (I’ve got a whopping 6- 1 is Chris, 1 is a teen daughter of a friend and I do not approve kids as my friends, 3 are people who sent me a friend request that I denied and the sixth is a complete mystery, as in, facebook won’t tell me who it is). So my non-friend approved follower likes my cover photos whenever I change them because of course cover photos are public. Why? First of all, why bother following someone who denied your friendship request and second of all, why then like things if they clearly aren’t really interested in interacting with you?
And now I’ve spent more time analyzing the ways of facebook than is good for anyone.
I was bringing in the trash cans today and the gorgeous pink sunset caught my eye. By the time I was done and got out there with my camera, it was gone. But I still shot a couple pics. They aren’t that great, but they are what I have for today. Iffin’ you look real hard, you can see Venus as a small speck. I go out and look at it every night because I like knowing that I can see another planet, even if it does look like a star.
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