Thump, thump, thump, thump…You’ve got to MOVE IT!

Two girls dance together, sandwiching the unsuspecting poor sob between them. They laugh and give each other knowing looks. The world is theirs.

Then, we had cosmos in hand (and didn’t even spill them!). The girl was my cousin, and we were hotties who (likely insufferably) knew it. The guy was likely an Air Force Academy cadet, pleased with how “cool” he was to dance with hot older women.

Today, years later, it’s the credits to Madagascar. We have Luna bars in hand (and don’t even smudge chocolate all over). The girl is my Maya, and we’re sandwiching Gavin, who is resisting going back to his nap. We laugh together, and I wouldn’t go back to the nightclub even if you paid me.

Often, growing up sucks. Today, it doesn’t.

From my Google widget:

I believe in looking reality straight in the eye and denying it.
- Garrison Keillor

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.
- Philip K. Dick

Heh.

Heather Armstrong managed to capture just how I often feel about my 3-1/2 year old princess:

That sweet little baby has turned into a sweet little girl, and believe me, there are days when I want to glue a bucket to her head just to muffle the whining, and then position her so that she’ll walk blindly into a wall, but on days like today, I understand that she is and always will be the best thing that has ever happened to me.

(emphasis added)

Okay, maybe I’d skip the glue. Just sayin’.

After the Carnival of the Godless earlier in the week, I surfed on to a different site. Then another site. Then, eventually, landed at a web comic called Irregular Webcomic. This pretty much sums up my free time since then:

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