Kitten has exhibited yet another sign of having good taste... she seems to really like listening to Le Tigre. She was clapping along in time with the music in the car yesterday. She already loves the Ramones, Belle & Sebastian, the Ditty Bops, and the Beatles ("Blackbird" is her nightly lullaby). We were watching some old videos of her last night, which were highly entertaining. There was a great one of her busting serious moves to "She Sells Sanctuary" by the Cult, and another where she's dancing along to Roxy Music.
I went to the grocery store last night. I made a list before I went, and it included the word "asswipes." While I was at the store, I unfortunately ran into this weird kid who works there. This kid is both extremely friendly and horribly socially awkward. The first time I saw him, he was bagging my groceries and kept making odd small talk with me. As he was bagging my lithium batteries, he was like, "Longest-lasting, huh? I don't know if that's true. It's good advertising though. Blah blah blah..." and I was like, "Yeah, I guess I'll find out." Most people would have shut up then, but he kept going on about the batteries. I was like, Jesus, kid, shut up. So that was the first time. I saw him again last night, though. I was perusing the cracker/cookie aisle, and I see him walking down the aisle towards me. I turned away, pretending to be very absorbed in the nutrition value of Cheez-Its, and from the corner of my eye, I see him approaching. He gets to me, stops literally two feet from me, and whispers (WHISPERS!!!), "Is there anything I can help you find?" I laughed (LAUGHED!) and said, "Um, no thanks."
Today is my beautiful little sister's 17th birthday. Happy Birthday, Toad!
(check out my mom's paisley curtains!)