My First Proposal

This weekend I had my first to-my-face proposal of marriage. From a 15-year-old boy. (Later, he clarified, "You know I was just kidding, right?" But I had picked up on that before the clarification.) Anyway, it was funny, so here it is:


Andrew: "Suzanne, will you marry me?"

Me: [after an abrupt, hysterical laugh] "No, but thank you for being so direct."

Jeremiah: "Not even if you were the last man on earth."

Andrew: "I've always wanted to be the last man on earth, just to test that out...."

How true that is....

In Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie says that children are carefree, and innocent, and heartless. Meanwhile, the adults love the children, despite all that the children are doing to hurt them without caring, without even considering.

Sir James sure knew his stuff.

Maybe from now on I should stick to the jukebox in my head....

This weekend I was talking to my grandmother about computer savviness, and she said that what confuses her now is all the iPod stuff.

In similar news, I am about to swear off downloading any more songs ever because I have been having inordinate difficulties with my downloading software. Grrr.

Insert long, complicated, detailed version of events here. Also, you might as well imagine a satisfying smashing sound. I am.