This and That

Last night in therapy, I was reminded of the Very Important Fact that "verbally (as opposed to psychically) communicating my needs to M." is not, in fact, the same thing as "handing M. a script detailing what I want him to say and do, and how I want it said and done." Oops.

This morning, via emails from two of my bus-gaga friends, Miriam and Reenie, I was reminded of why it is important to trust one's instincts when one's instincts scream into one's inner ear, "STOP TAKING THE BUS."

Finally, I am pleased to announce that I have officially discovered my new favorite show, My Super Sweet 16, which is all about spoiled little girls planning their Sweet 16 birthday parties. My hope is that it will provide this spoiled little girl with some guidance in planning his own party. Case in point: at the end of last night's episode, Ava said, with a sigh, "My parents [spending over $200K on my party] shows me that they really love me." I agree, Ava, which is why I will now counter any attempts at scrimping or saving by my parents with accusations that they do not really love me.

Also, we have potentially narrowed our caterers down to four choices, which we will attempt to finalize one long weekend after Labor Day. I also went fishing for a DJ on Craigslist, and this tuna is all I've caught thus far. Oh, and I like these. But NOT these.