I cried in Walmart today

It all started out well.  If having your mother show up to go to your doctor's appointment with you when you're 39 years old can be considered starting out well.  Did she stay in the waiting room when I was called into the back?  What do you think?  Our comedic-duo routine clearly brought cheer to the whole office.  The case of the mysteriously slightly, but annoyingly, swollen foot continues to stump Dr. Endearingly Grumpy.  A round of super anti-inflammatory, then we'll see.  I'm good with that.  I just want to be able to wear something other than flip-flops (or do I?) and to be able to go for a walk (note:  this post is in no way legally binding me to any organized exercise campaign!).  But I'm working an angle to get me out of the heavy patrole duty of the TAKS, so I'm okay for another week of this.

Continuing with Operation Get Molly Out Of The House, we swung by my house to pick up Little Miss for one of my most anticipated holiday celebrations:  the spring book sale by the Friends of the Library!!

I am a Friend of the Library, but I'll confess:  I only joined for the two day advanced crack at the goodies that comes with the membership.  Totally worth it.  And we really do have a great little library here.  Little Miss loves the summer programs and the kids' computer corner.  And it's pretty!

Since Molly is not an official Friend of the Library, she couldn't share the joy of the book sale (sad when it's one's own family), but I think she enjoyed her library time.

Catching up with the periodicals by the window with a view of the fountains in City Park.

And Molly seemed to enjoy the math game she was playing in the kids' computer corner.  I think this may become a regular field trip for these two.  Oh!  Sad thought!  Not for long, because next fall my baby, my baby!, will be in school during the day.  Sob.

Which brings me to my open sobbing at Walmart, in the girls' clothing department.  We were just browsing away, sorting through piles of $3 clearance knit shorts when Little Miss nonchalantly says, "I think my tooth is loose."  WHAT???  Let me see.  Good Lord, how it's still hanging in there is a wonder!   Thank goodness Molly was nearby and composed as I had to hide in the True Jackson and Wizards of Waverly Place display and try to pull it together.  How did this happen?  She just got all her teeth.  I clearly remember sitting in Margie's Italian Kitchen on Labor Day 2005 when I thought she was going to gum my finger, but instead almost amputated it with the very same ginzu-knife-sharp just-on-the-verge-of-erupting tooth that is now being discarded by her going-to-do-it-no-matter-how-hard-I-fight-it growing up self.

You can't tell, but that sucker rocks back and forth like the crowd outside a Cracker Barrel after church. 

She immediately had to call Aunt Sunny and Lolly (and Lolo) who are visiting in California.  The response from both her Papa and father was, "Do you want me to pull it?"  Her response, "I don't like boys."  Thank God for that.  I'm barely hanging on to this crazy train to maturity, I don't even want to think about boys.  Although there was one in her gymnastics class that was very chatty and chummy I noticed from the parents' room.  I'm glad we're switching to cheerleading--all girls.

To wrap up on a happy note, here's today's trophies.  Minus the Peanuts collection book Little Miss took to bed.  There were a lot of good 60s/70s crafts books, but not as many worthwhile cookbooks--I did find the Art of Scandinavian Cooking/Art of Dutch Cooking cookbook from the early '60s.  There were more kids' books this time, which worked out well.  Having Little Miss with me really cut out my serious hunting, though. I may be late coming home from work tomorrow...