The Delighted Life: A day in my shoes

Today, I wore these shoes while I:

• witnessed a debate about the fruit cups Pirate Boy had helpfully packed for his and Agent K's lunches, which included Agent K declaring, "I don't like peaches!" with a passion most of us would reserve for disavowing Communism in front of a Congressional panel. 

• went to our school's chapel service, in which students who have been chosen to represent the school at the annual Speech Meet next week said their pieces for everybody, and in which Agent K got up and recited the Gettysburg Address like it was her job. If you'll allow me a moment to shamelessly brag without any pretense of trying not to...my girl killed it. She didn't stumble, she never missed a beat, she just breezed on through like she wrote it herself...like, people around me were going, "wow," because it was darn impressive. I mean, it doesn't leave you thinking, "oh, the little girl recited a cute poem," it's the Gettysburg flipping Address, and this eleven-year-old gets up there and completely owns it. So proud!

•  went to an appointment at my dermatologist's office. I love my dermatologist for having Vogue and Elle in the waiting room instead of just Readers Digest. I don't love him for prescribing me a cream for eyelid eczema that's labeled "not for eye use." So now I have to put cream on my eyelids but not get it in my eyes, and you know I'm going to be paranoid that I'll blind myself forever if I slip and get within one millimeter of a tear duct.

•  pored over Scholastic book order catalogs, which delight me endlessly, and placed an order for some fun books for the kids. I'm pretty sure that I get as excited about book orders now as I did when I was in elementary school, and now that I'm the adult with my own credit card for ordering as many books as I want, my inner child is living the dream.

• gained new respect for Taylor Swift when I tried to sing along with "You Belong With Me." I never noticed it was quite that fast, and let's just say girlfriend has much better lung capacity than I do, because I thought I might pass out for a minute there.

•  thought long and hard about what to ask for at my haircut appointment tomorrow. I'm not completely in a bored, risk-taking mood, but I have had the same style for a long time, and I like change. Plus, I married probably the only man in America who actually encourages his wife to do something drastic and cut her hair short, so asking his opinion didn't do much to solve my dilemma. I guess we'll find out tomorrow!