Rabbit Rabbit! Happy official start of the depressing slide into winter, my most hated season. At least the leaves are pretty…for about a week more until they all fall off and there are just blank trees and coldness for the next five months. Did I mention I hate winter?
Anyway, at least the most meh holiday of the year is now over–Halloween. As much as I love scary movies (saw Paranormal Activity: The Ghost Dimension yesterday and it was awesome…if you like Paranormal Activity movies, that is. If you don’t, Patrick suggests you skip it. And by “suggests” I mean vehemently recommends.) I don’t love Halloween for whatever reason. Now that my kids are grown past trick or treating age, it’s barely a blip on the radar, thankfully, although that did mean that I’d totally forgotten to get candy and the store was out of my favorite stand-by trick or treat candy, “Childs Play”–a mix of Tootsie Rolls, Dots, Tootsie Pops and other candy you basically don’t want to eat if you have leftovers–and I had to go with real candy, which means that I may as well just eat it all now and get it over with.
Anyway, on the way to the theater to see Paranormal Activity, my daughter, a college sophomore, texts me a photo of her costume from the previous night. She was dressed as her (unfortunate?) doppelganger, Miley Cyrus. For better or for worse, she does look a LOT like Miley. My old eyes being what they are, I was like “where did you get that spotted outfit?” and she wrote back “I drew it on are you blind?!” Um, yes, a little bit. So anyway, with that I went into the theater and didn’t think much more about it.
Until about three hours passed and she texted me again “MILEY CYRUS REPOSTED ME.” There it was–Mimi’s pic, reposted to Miley’s 30.9 million followers with the tasteful caption “Hayyyyy I like dis fuckin tech version.” Then Miley posted to her Facebook page–over 46 million followers–and my child was officially Internet famous for at least a few hours. Which meant that I, her mother, got to enjoy such comments as “Sexy af” and “Where are the boobs?” and “luks like someone who is suffering frm aids.” About my kid. But whatever–cry me a river, right? My kid was giddy with excitement and hopefully has enough self esteem not to be upset by comments….although, let’s be honest, how many teenage girls are upset by being called too thin or “sexy af”?
Anyway, that was the excitement of my weekend.
Other than obsessively stalking the comments on Miley Cyrus’ Instagram and trying not to eat all the leftover Whoppers at one time, I’m reading The Admissions: A Novel (funny in a depressing way and apropos as my son applies to colleges–all by himself, aided by neither a collage application consultant nor professional essay writer. The sacrilege!), Yellow Crocus and Where They Found Her. Even triple-timing it like this I’m kind of doubtful I’ll reach my Goodreads Reading Challenge goal for 2015 of 50 books–but I still have two months to go so who knows. Guess I better get off the computer and back to reading.