We have a prom dress. Alas, I was not victorious in "Operation: Ebay" however I was correct in my hunch that a dress (and not one on the clearance rack) would call to her. It was the fourth dress she tried on and nothing else would do after that. It didn't prevent our browsing through four more stores and the trying on of countless dresses, none of which could hold a candle to "it." I have a lovely picture of it, however I've misplaced the cord to transfer my photos from the camera to the computer, so you will just have to form a mental image. We had much debate between us as to the color of the dress... Brittany was insisting on lemony-lime, while I felt it was more of a mucous color (I was still pulling for the ebay dress at this point mind you!) The fella at David's Bridal clarified things for us... apparently the term for its hue is "kiwi!" It is fluffy and fouffy and shiney and just everything that a 16-year-old girl could ask for. She loves it, she loves us for letting her get it, and she's even been calling us mommy and daddy since. Jeff came home from work a couple days after the purchase to find Brittany sitting in the recliner watching TV... in 'the dress.' Suffice it to say, she likes it a great deal!

We went to a Jeremy Camp concert tonight. It was very good and I enjoyed it immensely, however it made me feel old because my favorite songs were definitely the ones he did without the drums and electric guitars. This was mainly because I couldn't hear the words on the loud ones. I remember my mother complaining about that, and thinking it was because she was old. Of course, best as I can recollect, she was probably about my age or thereabouts! (I regretfully admit as well, that more and more I find myself going into the teeney-bopper stores with Brittany, and finding that 'loud rock music' gives me a headache--another flashback from my youth!) It was definitely interesting to compare Brittany's impressions of the concert with my own. The kids stood in line after the concert to get his autograph on their t-shirts. I of course stood with my camera waiting to capture a memory. I thought... "now there is a nice young man, he looks like a kind young fella. He could use a haircut" while Brittany thought... "he's hot! I am not washing this hand he shook ever again." The hot thought didn't come close to passing through my mind, although I did admire his earring! Seriously, I did enjoy him a lot. I had started listening to his music right around the time that Jeff's dad got sick, and there is one song of his in particular that I really associate with the comfort that the Lord gave to me at that time.

It is insanely cold here this weekend. We bought some groceries before the concert, and upon our return to the car, our milk was frozen! I am planning on dreaming of the tropics tonight! Maybe a nice sunny beach, warm sand, me with a lovely fruity drink in my hand. And of course, I'll be skinny!

TTFN!