What's up with Whatsit

Birthday

Emily's birthday is tomorrow. She will be eleven. I asked her if she wanted me to bake a cake or buy a cake. She gave me the big head by sayng that my cakes are better than the store cakes.

What presents is she getting? No idea at this point. That's why I'm up early. I'm about to go to Wal-Mart before everyone else is up and just look around. She SAID she wanted a lava lamp, but now that we're down to the wire, that doesn't seem like something I want to get her. I'm going to look around and see what strikes me. One thing I know is that we are going to get her a windsuit - she wants one, but she will have to go with us so she can pick out the one she likes and try it on.

I can't believe I'm old enough to have an eleven-year-old. Well, I shouldn't say that, because getting older never bothered me. Weird, I know, but I kind of LIKE getting older. The older I get, the further back I leave my childhood. That's a funny way to look at things, but that's how my brain works.