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Bubble Go Pop
Tomorrow Sarcasm Girl will be nineteen. We're keeping it low-key: taking her out to dinner at her second choice restaurant (we're not fully recovered after the jobless period, and her first choice was too dear) and getting her small presents, and a little money (her top request).
Some months ago poor Avocado was done out of her thirteenth birthday (by her own reckoning, anyway) because a friend's bar mitzvah fell on the same day. She got presents, we celebrated, but it's only now, four months later, that the full weight of her anger about her birthday and its lack of party has come out. She feels thirteen is a special birthday (well, yes, it is). She should have had a party (well, yes, but she hasn't come up with a plan for one--I'm not averse, God knows). It's not fair. (Well, yes, but it never is.)
Meanwhile, my back is mentioning that it might just possibly decide to go walkabout for a while, so I'm lying on ice, coward that I am, while the Spouse is in there pulling thorns from paws. Poor wight. She's reached the age where she understands that she has a right to her feelings, and to be angry if she is angry; she hasn't yet reached the age where she understands that you can only spread so much of it around before it comes back at you.
Some months ago poor Avocado was done out of her thirteenth birthday (by her own reckoning, anyway) because a friend's bar mitzvah fell on the same day. She got presents, we celebrated, but it's only now, four months later, that the full weight of her anger about her birthday and its lack of party has come out. She feels thirteen is a special birthday (well, yes, it is). She should have had a party (well, yes, but she hasn't come up with a plan for one--I'm not averse, God knows). It's not fair. (Well, yes, but it never is.)
Meanwhile, my back is mentioning that it might just possibly decide to go walkabout for a while, so I'm lying on ice, coward that I am, while the Spouse is in there pulling thorns from paws. Poor wight. She's reached the age where she understands that she has a right to her feelings, and to be angry if she is angry; she hasn't yet reached the age where she understands that you can only spread so much of it around before it comes back at you.