Lexi turned twelve last week, and to mark the occasion we made a mother/daughter trip to the mall where I bought her make-up and a push-up bra. No, I didn’t really buy her a push-up bra. That would have been ridiculous since everyone knows you don’t buy your daughter a push-up bra until her thirteenth birthday!
However, I did buy her make-up, and nail polish, and other fun, sparkly stuff that’s sure to send the message: You’re going to have to spend a whole lotta’ money to feel good about yourself from this day on. Happy birthday young woman; now suck in your tummy.
If you haven’t already checked out Ben’s Basement today you should get over there now! (It’s safe for work and a path has been cleared from the bottom of the basement stairs over to his work bench.)
Now I’m off to the grocery store. Try not to hate me *too much* for my life of ease and glamor.
