1. Your inner punk rocker is screaming somewhere in the deep cavity of your chest because it's 4:30 in the afternoon and you are watching Celine Dion on Oprah... and enjoying it. Better yet, your seven-year-old turns toward you at frequent intervals to point out that your face is flushed and she wants to know if you're going to cry.
2. You're at a late breakfast with friends you haven't seen in years, and when the conversation turns to late-night infomercials promoting "dongs" (yes, they use that word on television; it was even printed on the screen), you find yourself saying things like, "Can you believe the price of a dildo these days? The mark-up is outrageous. I remember seeing one of those on the shelf at Babes in Toyland in Seattle, and it was $19.95. $24.95 at the most. AND THOSE WERE WEST COAST PRICES."
Incidentally, I ran into several old friends while in Rockford over the weekend, and lo and behold, it turns out that I have friends... two hands full, at least... who still live there... and don't have needles hanging out of their arms.
...and there were celebrations and rejoicing throughout the land.
Posted by stephanie at April 8, 2008 08:37 AMBabes in Toyland in Seattle? I don't think that's the same Babes in Toyland that I remember :)
Posted by: Mom at April 8, 2008 08:55 AMDespite all the schmaltz I secretly think Celine Dion is kinda fierce.
Posted by: tracey at April 10, 2008 07:02 AM