This afternoon I'm escorting 13- and 14-year-old girls to a post-Christmas, present-madness shopping mall. For defensive mental health I'll be armed with a copy of the Bard's Merry Wives, which, assuming an available bench, should be sufficient. Otherwise, because my religious faith is infinitely shaky, it wouldn't hurt if you were to say a little prayer for me, since today I'm also infinitely outmatched.
You did remember the earplugs, right? Other than that, may the god of your choice have mercy on your soul; or, as Dante would have put it:
Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate.
Posted by: Janicket | December 27, 2012 at 01:31 PM
Gosh, I've been there, P.M., with my two girls and their friends. Now that my girls are over the age of 50, they and their friends remember me fondly....and your daughter and her friends will give you extra credit for being a Dad! Bless you and a very happy 2013!
Posted by: sueme | December 27, 2012 at 06:40 PM