Life has reduced me to the indignity of eating vegan hot dogs. And you know what? They are not half bad. There are moments when they almost feel like the real deal.
N wants to take me out to a fancy restaurant for our 11th anniversary but now I’m thinking maybe I prefer to stay home, clutching a packet of these fake dogs in my hand.
Blogger Z came to stay with us here in Florida. Klara was overjoyed to have her around. She ran around for hours, laughing and jumping in delight.
A terrible suspicion visited me. I turned to N and exclaimed,
“Is this possible? Have we somehow managed to produce an extravert?? Does she actually like people?”
Of course, everybody is a born extravert before life messes them up, so it’s not really that surprising. It’s funny, though.