Happily ever after

Baby D and I finished reading Charlotte's Web and I am happy to report that Wikipedia says E.B. White was just a writer with a number of successful children's stories -- no checkered past, no reading into his work, no angry children.

Dear Sarah,

Since I feel pretty confident you are the only one who reads my blog (well, you and apparently Digital TV Brazil), this blog's for you:

TEN DEEP DARK SECRETS

1. As we are now 373 some odd days away from my 40th birthday and (ahem) middle age (I guess), I think you are going to have to begin some conversations with me thusly, "Say, Lisa I've tagged you on my blog. I know you know what this means, but perhaps I will explain a little to remind myself . . ." I am surprised how subtle the transition is from hip to out of it to tragic.
2. I have had up to four vacations planned at once. Right now I only have the next two planned out, but I may sneak in a long weekend in the fall, and if we have fun in Wyoming I think you and I should take the children to the Black Hills when school lets out next year . . . with or without our spouses.
3. I once knew the Knights of the Round Table. Now I can only name Gawain, Galahad and Lancelot, of course.
4. I hate my hair and am perfectly willing to let a Nioxin Certified (?) stranger press a wand (?) to my head without knowing what he is doing with said wand. I will probably also pay for this experience -- in product if nothing else.
5. Baby D and I are finishing Charlotte's Web and I just know I am going to cry -- like I don't know how it ends.
6. I'm waiting for my dog to die. I don't know if that will make me cry.
7. On my last trip to Disney -- hot and crowded -- I began to think I don't love WDW as much as I once did. SHHHHHH!!!!!!! I'm sure a fall type trip will cure this.
8. Colin plays piano better than I do. I'm thinking of practicing his lesson when he's not at home.
9. I'm lucky if I change my sheets once a month.
10. When I was an only child I so wanted a little sister. I'm sure I threw up at the hospital due to the excitement of it all. And you are a great sister! I always have a fun time with you and I know I can always count on you for a good, reassuring word on a variety of subjects. I'm sure I am a bit emotionally messy for you, but I hope you know how much I admire and adore you. So there!

Now, I imagine I should be tagging someone else, but since I don't know anyone else, I'm stuck. How about http://sylverlining.blogspot.com/. We haven't read a good word from her for a while.

But really . . . why?

So a guy calls me at lunch to follow up on my membership to his real estate website . . . fellow real estate agent that I am. I am not a real estate agent and was just about to hang up on the crazy man who was trying to sell me something over the phone when he said, "No, wait, we have a credit card number for you. It ends (blah, blah, blah)." This was bad. It was my credit card number.

Turns out someone has stolen my card number and is signing me up for things. Gevalia Coffee Club, for example. Why would anyone do this? I can see stealing my card number to steal things. Maybe you need them and your momma didn't teach you not to take things that don't belong to you. But why steal a number to pester someone? And to pester them with coffee? Honestly.