The Texture Of Things

This is What I Get for Complaining that my Life is Boring

March 14th, 2007

Still working 30+ hours a week at my mom’s store (covering for my uncle who had surgery) and teaching two sections of composition, plus attending to all the housely and motherly things I’m responsible for (and failing at most of the housely ones). (And holy hell, the bloggly ones, I’m falling short there too. How could I forget? I’m supposed to be working on a cut-over to WordPress, but it’s a fairly low priority this week. Again.)

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the tot said something cute tonight. She does this a lot, talking cuteness, but tonight I’m taking a moment to record it.

She was playing in her dress up box when she put on a headband with springy shamrocks on top. She asked, “What am I?” (She honestly didn’t know.)

I said, “Well, I guess you’re a shamrock.”

She paused for a moment. Then, in a half-statement and half-question, she said, “I play rock music.”

It took me a moment. What I now wish I had said is this: “Yes, tot, you shamrock!”


  1. KLee says

    You’re back! Yay! *does happy dance*

    Awww! The tot totally rocks, no matter HOW you slice it!

    Sorry work is killing you. I know the feeling. I hope your uncle is on the mend, and doing well.

    April 25th, 2007 | #

  2. amy says

    Thanks for hanging in there, KLee. Truly. And thanks for sending your hope – it can only help.

    Migration to WordPress is on the horizon, so the horrible comment verification code should go away soon, too.

    April 25th, 2007 | #

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