Took Sarah to the mall to spend her essay gift certificate: she bought two of these sparkly Barbies at Claire's, where the salesgirl had this BEAUTIFUL hot pink '50's kind of dress. She'd bought it at Wet Seal, so we high-tailed it over there, but they were all sold. Drat! That was MY dress if I ever saw one.
I made a kind of a big deal out of the excursion to honor Sarah's triumphant prize-winning essay and bought her both an Orange Julius and a Subway sub for her dinner. Yes, I know: rewarding with food (it wasn't the food so much as my willingness to buy it: anyone who knows me knows how frugal I am) isn't smart, but I don't care. I wasted how many years...oh, never mind. Sarah is, and is going to be, a grand, big individual. So far, she has none of the weight/appearance consciousness that has warped my life so thoroughly. She ordered a Spicy Italian on white, no jalapenos. God bless, you sweetheart! Eat it in good health.
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I am so thrilled for Sarah and think that the rare pleasure of mall fast food was very appropriate! Too bad, however, for you that the dress wasn't available. I'm sure you would have looked smashing in it!
Gee, thanks! It was a good afternoon: the dress-wearing Claire's salesgirl was kindness herself when undergoing both the grilling ("Hey, where'd you buy that dress??????") and the Sarah transaction (she was tic-y and weird, but it didn't phase Ms. Snazzy Dress.) Not a bad excursion at all.
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