Me, a laptop, and a venti iced non-fat chai

Due to the largess of the enormous national company Ava and I are employed by, we get the next two days off.  Add those days to the weekend and we have four days off.  In. A. Row.

I don’t even know what to do with myself.

I do have a list as long as my arm of errands I need to take care of while I am kidless, but it’s really important to me to get a whole bunch of writing done, too.  I have no idea how I’m going to get everything done, but I’m sure going to try. If you need me, I’ll be holding down the fort at Starbucks or my favorite cafe.  For some reason, I can always concentrate there.

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Tonight I was sitting on the couch working on this blog and flipping channels. I paused on American Idol because the girl singing wasn’t half bad.  I stuck with it as the judges started their critique which I honestly can’t remember.  What I do remember is the fact that one of the judges mentioned she was fifteen and the fact that she was wearing three inch heels.  I had to call Kelli to see if I was way off base, but I think if Sassy toddled out to the living room at fifteen years old wearing heels like that, I would have a stroke. 

A stroke I tell you.

Admittedly, I was still very much a tomboy at fifteen and even up to my twenties.  I don’t think I even owned any high heels until I was into my twenties. 

It is true the girl was glammed up for American Idol and the television audience, but I see this at Target and the mall and all over the place – little girls as young as seven and eight wearing sandals with a chunky heel. 

Maybe I’m just that old and out of touch, but I want my little girl to be a little girl for as long as possible and that means not dressing like a grown up. 

What do you all think?  Am I hopelessly twentieth century?