The Princess is a patient child in some ways. When she sees sweets in the shops, she asks “can I have those for my birthday?” Her birthday is in April.
Since July, she has been asking me “when is Christmas?” She’s a bit like one of those annoying newspaper ads that encourage you to book your Christmas party in July while there’s still time. Mercifully, in Belgium, Christmas decorations go up in December so, for the meanwhile my considered response “not for ages” has been acceptable. I shudder to think what would happen, if we lived in Ireland where the Halloween barrier has been breached and Christmas merchandise is now available from your local department store from October. Dear God in heaven. Over the past number of months, the Princess has been mentally preparing a list for Santa Claus which she is anxious that I get down on paper for her at the appropriate moment. I trust that some of the elements discussed over the past months may elude her when the time comes, but I fear the worst, sometimes, she has a mind like a steel trap.
I came across Amanda after Dooce linked to her site following Hurricane Katrina and, doubtless brought her (Amanda’s) ISP to its knees. Amanda is a tall, compassionate Southern pro-gun, pro-gay rights girl. I think that there are a lot of contradictions there and that’s only a couple of adjectives. I’m not sure that the American political system can accommodate them all though I have a dreadful feeling that (gasp) she may be a Republican. She’s having a bit of a rough time at the moment, so, I suspect she would welcome some warm fuzziness from the internet.
Sarky comments about fashion pics and the odd dig at celebrities. Oooh this is excellent.