Mental Sampler 12

I am inordinately upset about the cancellation of @Midnight.  It’s like having your best friend move across country.

When I saw the news in the morning, it affected my whole day.  Which is crazy because it’s just a television show.  But it wasn’t just a television show.  It’s how we found out about new comedians.  And it’s how we found out about memes so we could be “hip” and “in the know.”  (You know, like the teens.)  I cannot tell you how many late night, “I can’t sleep” conversations we’ve had with a child with Chris Hardwick’s face frozen on pause on the television screen.

It was our routine, and now Comedy Central is taking away our routine.

Thanks a lot, Comedy Central, for ruining everything.

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The Wolvog had an audition.  We could have waited in the hallway — we had planned to wait in the hallway — but the guy invited us to sit in the room and watch the audition.  So we sat in the room because I was curious to see how he would do and the Wolvog wanted us to stay.

But midway through the audition, I noticed the ChickieNob was sitting with her arm floating in mid-air.  I gave her an inquisitive glance, and she returned an inquisitive glance.  I mouthed at her, “What are you doing?” and she screwed her face up to mirror mine and murmured, “What are you doing?”

MY CHILD WAS FREAKIN’ MIMICKING ME.

Her arm was up in the air because my arm was draped across the edge of the sofa.  But she was sitting next to me instead of at the other end of the sofa, so her arm needed to hang in space to be my mirror.  She continued to match my movements for the next ten minutes.

Of course I thought this was hysterically funny, but I was trying not to laugh aloud and ruin the audition.  So my body was shaking from trying to hold in the laughter.  Which meant the ChickieNob had to make her body shake as if she was holding in laughter.

She stopped the moment the audition was done and arranged her face into a supportive, benign smile for her brother.

She’s too much sometimes.

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We are currently in dress shopping mode for their B’nai Mitzvah.  I am not a dress person.  At all.  I do not enjoy shopping for dresses or wearing dresses.  I don’t feel like myself when I’m in one.  (Truthfully, I only feel like myself when I’m in my jeans and boots, so it’s not as if I’d feel more like myself in a fancy pantsuit.)  But I’m getting a dress with my sister’s help.  She has spent hours combing sites and trying to find stuff for me to try on.

I’ve found something that is “not bad” that I am holding onto as I finish looking.  If I find something better, great.  If I don’t, I’m going to stick with the good enough dress and stop looking.  I’ve given myself a hard stop of next week.

The thing about the good enough dress is that when I tried it on, everyone felt meh about it.  I could get away with it, but it wasn’t great.  But when I tried it on a second time and let down my hair, everyone suddenly loved it.  They thought having my hair down changed the whole look of the dress.  Since I planned to wear my hair down, this worked in my favour.

But isn’t that strange?  That the whole look of the dress would change with my hair down vs. my hair up?

The ChickieNob has the opposite problem.  There are too many dresses she wants; too many looks she would love to wear.  Narrowing it down to a single dress, the dress, is proving difficult.  Whereas I want to stop looking because I’ve found something that works good enough, I fear we will never stop looking for the ChickieNob because there will always be that what if dress around the corner.

I don’t know which is worse: trying to find a single dress that works, or trying to choose one dress when so many of them work.  I’m thinking I’m in the harder situation.  She thinks she’s in the harder situation.  Your take?

Anyway we need to set an end date because there are still shoes and undergarments to purchase.  And we all know what happens when you wait to the last second with that…