Well, Back in MY Day...

So, sometime in the past month, I was feeling rich. Can't say exactly when it was, or what preciptated it... suffice it to say that in addition to having cash in my pocket, I also had a B&N discount coupon that didn't make sense to use on my $6.00 required Harriet the Spy reading for school. And while 10% off six dollar homework doesn't seem sensible, the same percentage off a $30.00 photograph extranvaganza of every outfit I ever wished into existance while I was in high school... what can I say, the price was right, for a newly rich girl. Now if only I could ever afford the actual clothes.

And when I added this to my "books read" list, I do mean that I actually read the writing in it, as superfluous as that sounds. Having reached a "certain age" myself, I paid careful attention to the listed ages of many of the photographees. Everything I wished for in high school, and now I fear I would be too old to walk the streets myself. Still bizzare to me to think of 19 years old as "young", yet I know should the looking glass be turned the other way, the beginnings of grey and wrinkles would label me as "old".

And do let me say, to the girl who listed her current obsession as "onions". You rock. That was the best answer in the whole book, trailed distantly by the rather grotesque "raw horsemeat".