Dear BT,

I just want you to know that I’m not at all upset that you couldn’t find two eensy, weensy minutes this beautiful Sunday morning to call and check on your dear, sweet, sleep-deprived, mother-of-two-sick-children, camera-wielding, overly-creative, eternal companion.

Ok.  That’s not entirely true. I was a teeny bit miffed, but, for some strange reason, I’m not anymore. 🙂

Love Always & Forever,

LT

“In all of living, have much fun and laughter. Life is to be enjoyed, not just endured.”

~Gordon B. Hinckley

It’s true.  

I’m a sucker for American Girl Doll accouterment.  The dolls . . . dresses . . . accessories . . . EVERYTHING!

I am completely aware that everything is overpriced.  It does not escape my notice that, ever since Mattel bought out the original AG company, everything is made in China. I know that I am too OLD to be so enamoured with dolls.

And yet, the spell that the American Girl company has cast over me is eery and, frankly, a bit scary.  I am normally a very rational individual, frugal to a fault.  

But, when I get the large, glossy, darling catalog in the mail, my heart races. As I drive past the AG Bistro and Boutique at the Galleria, my car wants to veer off the closest exit. In fact, when I was in Chicago for three weeks of training preparatory for my relocation to TX, I’m not ashamed to admit that I spent nearly every evening (and a fair sum of money) at the AG store which, at the time, was the only one in the world.

And so, when our guests from out-of-town wanted to go to the AG store over spring break, Ari, Vivi and I were more than willing to accommodate them.

Thankfully, Ariana is a little tight wad and helps reign me in, but we still left with a few trinkets to add to our wonderful collection.

Judy & Laren, thanks for giving us an excuse to go on that FUN outing!