1. When I was listing things I wouldn't be doing on my 50th birthday, I forgot to mention another one: Just as I was about to click "BUY" for tickets to see my beloved Avett Brothers a few days after my birthday, I checked the calendar one more time and realized that it's the same night as Julie's spelling bee. Which I missed last year because Pete and I had a meeting with the rabbi about his Bar Mitzvah. And which she won even though I wasn't there to see her! So, no, I can't miss the spelling bee, but apparently I can miss the Avett Brothers concert. Wah!
2. Grace has been very lonely (read: meowy) ever since we had to put Mr. Jones down, so we are in the market for a couple of kittens to keep her company! Unfortunately, the shelter doesn't have any now. The woman there told me that they rarely get them at this time of year, but from June to October they get 10–15 a day! So we will have to wait a little longer.
3. A few weeks ago I had a minor parenting dilemma involving Steph. I normally pay for all her "necessary" clothes, shoes, etc., as well as plenty of not-so-necessary items. But certain things I am not willing to buy, usually because they are either too junky or too expensive, and those have to come out of her own pocket. So she wanted these shoes that I deemed totally frivolous—they're pricey, flimsy, and covered in glitter that you just know is going to fall off (all over the house...). She decided that she really, really wanted them, so she saved up and bought them. The next day she wore them to school, locked them up in her gym locker, came back from gym, and found that they'd been stolen! She could see that the rest of her stuff had been rifled through, but nothing else was missing. She was devastated. And I was in a quandary. She hadn't been irresponsible in any way, so it was not her fault that they were gone (we still don't know how someone got into her locked locker, but it's not the first time we've heard of this). But on the other hand, I had already told her that there was no way I was paying $50 for sparkly slip-ons in the first place. What to do? I waited a week while she talked about saving up her money again for a new pair, and then I caved and told her I'd replace them for her. What would you have done?