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Dear Yodobashi: I appreciate your taking the time to check that I am not, in fact, trying to pass someone's credit card off as my own. Still, should it really take fifteen minutes to pay for a television?

So yeah, I have a television! It's not set up yet, as I sternly told myself I had to do some cleaning before I even took it out of the box. Because having Bashy Boy and Tango Chick arriving tomorrow night wasn't incentive enough to get my place looking decent, apparently. *rolls eyes at self*

The humidity was so high today I was practically drinking the air, and all the wisps of hair around my face were (are) curling like crazy.

One of my kids has really curly hair, and I have fun pulling on his curls and saying, "Boing! Boing!" as they bounce back into place. I've told him before I'm envious of his hair, that I can only manage a couple of good "boing-boing curls" when the weather is right. The other day, when my hair was rather limper than normal, he suddenly demanded, "Ms. Adele! Where are your boing-boing curls?!" So cute!

Today, however, he was in a mood all day and spent five solid minutes crying and screaming because "Snack time is scary!" We couldn't figure out what he really meant (because how could he possibly suddenly decide that crackers are terrifying?!), unless he was trying to find a way to weasel out of having to finish his worksheet, which we told him he had to complete before we'd let him have his snack.

Now that I think about it, the nursery rhyme "There was a little girl who had a little curl..." fits him perfectly, except that he's not a girl.