(How’s that for a Sunday Post?)
Due to WTF-medicine-related nausea, I did not attend services today. But Jif and LG did, as they often do without me.
First thing LG tells me when she gets home is that “Miss Ginger doesn’t like my new haircut.”
“What? How would you know that?”
“She told me. She said, ‘Did you get a haircut? I don’t really care for it. I liked it better before. But if you like it…I guess that’s what’s important.'” Thank the good Lord, my daughter has a sense of humor, and was telling this whole story in the context of laughing at the wacky and clueless Miss Ginger.
I ask LG what occasioned this unsolicited commentary, and she tells me that Miss Ginger told her this during the “passing of the peace”, when we are supposed to be sharing loving, encouraging greetings with one another.
On what shamar-moore planet is that a proper thing for a 50-something woman to say to a 13-year-old? ‘Bout to lose my religion…