Lizzy got contacts last week and has entered the happy world of "OH MY GOSH, I CAN SEE! WHOEVER INVENTED CONTACTS IS A GENIUS!!!". It is indeed a happy land, you should move here.
And do you know who invented contacts? Well, not invented exactly, but first came up with the idea? Leonardo da Vinci, that sneaky son of a bword. Which just goes to show that yes, the person that invented contacts was a super genius.
Okay, so when Lizzy turned 13, I said she was allowed to wear makeup. And let me tell you, this girl could not stop talking about it. And texting everyone about it, and then calling them while texting them to tell them all about the "OMGOSH, MAKEUP!!!!!". Let's just say, she was excited.
And while I'm kind of grateful that she didn't take after me in junior high as QUEEN OF THE NERDS, still I'm thinking... Hmmm... I think a cup or two of homeliness until she turns 18 wouldn't be such a tragic thing.
Maybe I can start altering her jeans so that they only zipper on the sides?* That would ante up the loser quotient a bit, I reckon.
*Only a few of you will get that. Well, a dozen of you that are my immediate siblings and then a handful of others who I have shared my woe-is-me-childhood stories with.