Booking travel online makes me incredibly anxious. Not the travel itself but the online purchasing of said travel. So much so that I have been known to call a BFF, give her my credit card info, and let her book the flight or hotel for me. But I recently booked two trips without any assistance or hand holding, and I consider this a major accomplishment in Things Grown-ups Do.
My fantasy dream job (you know, the kind you think about doing if you won the lottery) would be to open an old-fashioned ice cream parlour in Longmont — like the kinds back home in NEPA with a counter, swivel stools, tubs of Hershey’s hard ice cream and steel cold canisters of malted milkshakes — because the ice cream options in this town are less than desirable (Coldstone and Dairy Queen? Puh-lease).
The Kid, I may have mentioned, is a fantastic little artist. One time I offered to put her in afterschool art classes, and she said “No, I don’t want to do art classes because they TELL you what to draw. I want to draw what I want to draw.” Reason No. 367 why The Kid is awesome.