Please don't tell me we have to do this all over again

Two years ago I wrote about my experience of shopping with Madison for her first cocktail dress for her first dance.  This year we are shopping for her 8th grade graduation dresses; one for the graduation and one for the dance.  At the same time Darcy is shopping for her first cocktail dress for her first dance.  And so the three of us met up with Madison's classmate and mother yesterday at the mall for a full day of dress shopping.

The three girls chose not to hang with us at the mall.  They took their phones and ran off to shop.  We three women headed straight for the only restaurant and began drinking.  The girls would text us photos of themselves in dresses or they would text us that they had found something to buy and needed money.  By the time we had eaten and drunk just enough to get us through a couple more hours of shopping the total so far was:

• Heather - 1 sweatshirt, 1 bathing suit, 1 pair of jeans, 1 skirt, 1 bag and Starbucks yummy
• Darcy - 1 sweatshirt, 1 bag and Starbucks yummy
• Madison - Starbucks yummy and soft pretzel

Now the two 8th graders are having their 8th grade pictures taken in three weeks in their graduation dresses.  Heather had already gotten hers, but Madison hadn't and so I reminded her that a pretzel and Starbucks weren't going to be in the picture with her.  Off the three girls went, only this time we went with them and sat outside the stores waiting for the picture texts.

By the time we got to the last store Darcy had both of her dresses and Heather had her party dress.  Madison still had nothing.  We went into the dressing room and Darcy and I brought Maddy dresses to try on.  Darcy got bored and decided to try on dresses herself while Heather and I took photos.  Behold:

At one point she had on a black sequined dress that had one sleeve that came up to the shoulder and left the opposite shoulder and arm bare.  I told her she didn't have the boobs for that dress and she responded, quite seriously, with:  "If I had my other bra on I could so pull off this dress!"

Madison finally tried on a few dresses suitable for graduation day, which is an outside event.  Behold:

We didn't buy any of them as the sales lady informed us that the store was closing an hour earlier than the rest of the mall.  As the dresses were over $75 I didn't want to make a rash decision and decided to just take the photos and view them at home.  Which turned out to be a good decision as we found we liked certain dresses better then we did in the store and vice versa.  Bottom line is that we have to do this all over again next week.  When I should be at the beach....

Learning off the net

While shifting through the lead "newsy" articles on Yahoo the other day to give me something to do while converting slides, I came across this Yahoo Health article titled, 4 Mistakes Everyone Makes When Fighting Ab Flab.  First of all, I didn't know that everyone was fighting ab flab.  I thought it was just me.  While the pounds slipped off of me this summer and got flushed down the toilet along with the rest of my illness, my abs seemed to stay the same  Floppy, jiggly, dough-boy proportions.  So this article naturally caught my eye.

1. Parking in front of the TV -  Watching TV for two or more hours a day weaken the abs and back muscles up to 10%!  It doesn't say how or why, but the article suggests scheduling your TV time around your gym time so that you can kill two birds with one stone. - Sounds great, but not possible.  I very rarely watch live TV anymore.  Why would anyone?  The DVR is the greatest invention ever, and I wish I had the rewind in my every day life.  My gym does not have my recordings on its fifty televisions so this is not going to help me.  Apparently going to the gym and then watching more then two hours of TV doesn't help in the fight against flab.  I wonder what five hours at the computer blogging are doing for my abs?  Obviously, I'm going to have to give up TV to get my abs in shape.  I'm thinking a week ought to do it.
2. Stressing out - We have a stress hormone called cortisol that raises when stressed and that increases the ab fat.  The article says we must learn to breathe. - Hmmm...learn to breathe?  In through the nose and out through the mouth.  Interesting concept.  I'll try it starting now since cortisol is obviously raging through my body 24/7.
3. Diving into that darn breadbasket -  Unless the bread is whole wheat and then you can have 3 ounces a day!  White fluffy rolls are a no no for the abs. - Okay, no more bread in a basket at my dinner table.  Funny, no mention of how eating at home instead of eating out might help.
4. Munching late-night -  Bodies do not burn as much overnight as during the day when we are active.  Stop eating two hours before going to bed. - Well, this seems easy enough.  After that last bowl of ice cream, cake, or cookies I'll just turn on the TV and watch it for two hours before I go to bed.  Oh, wait...

Weekly slide photos

I thought this would be a nice addition so that I don't have to rack my brain for topics to write about and it would also help keep me on track with my NYR (New Year's Resolutions).  I try to convert slides every time I sit down at the computer, which lately hasn't been very often.  These are the slides I converted recently.  I'm up to 1969.  While I don't have Rusty's birth (think those got thrown out along with tons of others) I do have some of him at an early age.  Behold his cuteness...

 First Birthday

 Uh, are you sure there is money down there?

 Not sure that Stephanie knows how to pilot that swing

Pure popsicle enjoyment

Showing off

Connie foot photo #8

Last week the foot was swollen and red.  In the rehab hospital the doctor sent in an infectious disease doctor who ordered an MRI and swabbing of the foot and nose.  Swabbing came back with MRSA in both the wound and the nose and it is colonized, which means Connie is a carrier of MRSA.  Out came the masks, gloves, and gowns although most nurses and doctors ignored them.  The MRI showed a slight difference since the last MRI and so they are going with the assumption that the infection is in the bone.  That means 6 weeks of an IV antibiotic administered at home via traveling nurses.

She went into the Foot God's office yesterday.  The Foot God is on vacation and his associate came in and had a nice discussion about everything with her.  Most of the time in these wound cases the bone is degenerated so much and flattened that the MRI shows a false positive and is hard to determine.  He said from the looks of the wound it is unlikely that the infection is in the bone, but to be on the safe side continue the course.  The wound has filled in nicely and the wound vac is not needed anymore.

Connie returned home last night and is determined to get along by herself with some aide from others.  Hopefully, this time she can stay there until the foot is healed.  Stubborn should count for something, shouldn't it?

Week in photos

Monday: Glasses

These belong to my brother.  He left them in December at my mother's condo.  She kept asking me if they were mine or did I know "who these belong to?".  I didn't so Darcy took them home.  Found out they were Rusty's, but Darcy told him "too bad".  He issued threat to Darcy.  I put them in my car to take back to mother's condo.  I keep forgetting to take them out when I get there so here they rest...

Tuesday:  My dog's new favorite spot

For some reason Elliot has taken to lying down behind this curtain in my bedroom.  If he isn't here he is in my closet.  We find it quite hilarious!

Wednesday:  Miranda Cosgrove!! SCREAM!

The girls are looking at something outside the theater and obviously having a very serious discussion about it.  There was a flyer for the show in the glass case so perhaps that was the subject?  Or Jim who was buying a ticket?

Thursday:  Basketball game for Madison

 Waiting for a rebound.  This was a new site we were playing in so my pictures actually came out.

And she gets the rebound!

Friday:  Science project:  plant cell (okay, this was actually done on Thursday, but I didn't have a Friday photo...just play along)

Kelly came to stay with Darcy and help create this edible plant cell.  I found out later that it didn't have to edible my daughter just wanted it to be.  I'm not sure what everything is, but she labeled it.  I heard it was a hit at school in the stomach.

Saturday/Sunday:  Soccer Tournament

Madison in action.  Darcy and Madison were on the same recreation soccer team this year.  The league allowed Darcy to move up an age group.  The team never won a game the entire season, but it didn't stop them at all.  They had a blast!

 Darcy on Sunday coming over to ask me something.  She has been told she can not play this weekend because of her foot.  She spent Saturday on the bench with the team.  It made her crazy to miss the last game of the season.

Telling me why she is needed in the game.  Telling me she will wear her boot an extra day to make up for it.  Telling me she will come out of the game if her heel hurts.

Walking back after I told her she had to make her own decisions regarding her health.

Everyone on the bench watching as Darcy takes off her boot and puts on her cleats (which she just happened to bring with her to the game). Far right side to the left of the man in white...can see her taking off boot.

Darcy in the game.  We laughed that she was the secret weapon.  Put in a fresh pair of legs after halftime.  She made quite a few plays and got us down to the goal several times.  She began limping after 20 minutes and came out.

I should at least get mother of the month

For the past several years I have awakened my children by crawling into bed with them in the morning and kissing them into wakefulness.  They both enjoy the calm and the chance for some mommy snuggling, but once both girls entered the upper grade levels I made them also use an alarm.  I still came in and went through my routine, but they also had the alarm.

Darcy has continued the alarm use, but Madison dropped it two years ago.  She never heard the alarm.  She claims she never hears me.  For the most part I come in and kiss on her, she opens her eyes, and moves around and then promptly goes back to sleep once I exit the room.  Then I return five minutes later and wake her with a loud voice.  Five minutes after that I repeat, and then five minutes after that I'm ranting and raving.  She jumps out of bed and is ready in ten minutes and out the door as time is up.  It is annoying to me as a mother and annoying to her sister who sits in the car in the driveway waiting for Madison to get outside so they can reach school on time.

Once last year when Madison was doing one of her slow getting ready routines I backed out of the driveway and drove around the block.  When I returned to our house Madison was standing in the garage looking forlorn, crying, and was calling me on my cell phone.  I told her that it wasn't fair to the rest of us for her to put us through this stress each morning. She agreed she needed to get up earlier and promised she would work on it.

That lasted all of two days and we were right back to where we started.  At the beginning of this year I told her that 7:45 was the last time I would come into her room to wake her.  Any time after that and I would leave her behind to take Darcy to school.  I would return for her, but she would be tardy.  That scared her into action for a day and then once again she was back to her slow routine.  I stuck with the 7:45 AM wake up call, but would also shout loudly, "Let's go" ten minutes before I actually had to leave the house.  That usually got her up and moving. 

I hate being late for things.  My husband, on the other hand, is more laid back.  He always has been.  My mother refers to it as "Boos Time".  He will deny all of this, of course, but the man is always moving at a slower pace then me.  I am much like Madison in that I get up and can be ready in ten minutes or less.  I am not a person who puts on make-up or dresses to impress.  My mother wasn't like that and I followed in her footsteps.  My eldest is apparently taking that part of me and the slow part of her father and combining them into her own.  I spend the drive to school ranting and raving about all the things Madison didn't do that morning like eat breakfast, brush her teeth, wash her face, etc.  It isn't a good way to start the day.

Yesterday started out like every other day.  I snuggled with Darcy and Elliot who joined us on Darcy's bed.  Elliot and I moved into Madison's room where I kissed on her and Elliot took an article of clothing off her bedroom floor and took off running.  She was frowning while I kissed her, and I mentioned how much I missed the little cheerful Madison that use to stand in her crib hopping up and down when we came into the room screaming, "Hi Mommy!  Hi Daddy!  Elmo's up too!"  Madison did not respond, but rolled over while I opened her window blinds.  She is definitely not a morning person, unlike her younger sister who I say has a bit of Russ reincarnated into her...the most happy, sickening cheerful morning person ever.

I left and started making lunches.  Finished with that I went into Madison's room and told her to get up.  She moaned.  I dressed.  I entered her room again at 7:47 and yelled for her to get up and told her this was my last time coming back in and that I would leave without her.  She said, quite loudly and in her most oh-my-god-you-are-overreacting-mother voice, "Alright Mother!"  I left the room.

At 8:00 I went into her room to find her on her back, mouth opened, snoring and sound asleep.  I went into the kitchen and told Darcy that she should go in and wake her sister as I had said I wouldn't come in again.  Darcy claimed to have done just that three minutes later, but I have a feeling it was done in a quieter voice then normal.  Madison did not appear.

At 8:10 I was in the car honking for Darcy.  She couldn't believe that I was actually following through on my threat.  Now Darcy felt uncomfortable and probably wished she had done a better job of getting her sister up.  Despite her being a tad different in the caring department from her sister, she does love her and takes her side in most disagreements when going up against the adults.  I closed the garage door and took Darcy to school, leaving Madison behind.

I had to get out at school to take care of a matter in the office.  The teachers wanted to know where Madison was and upon learning I had followed through on my threat told me I was a good mother.  The office staff laughed and fist pumped me.  The head of the school I think was in shock that I had done this.  I told him I didn't relish going home to find the kid crying and upset over the whole thing, but next year she would be in high school, and I wouldn't always be there to help her be responsible.  (That sounded like my own mother coming out of my mouth, but in this she was right...shhh...don't tell her I said that.)

I then ran an errand that was scheduled for that morning, and I returned home to find my daughter in the same place I had left her.  She was still sound asleep.  It was 9:15.  My threat had always been to leave her until she awoke, but I had other things on my plate for the day and so I woke her quite gently and asked her if she felt okay.  She said she was fine and sat up.  I mentioned that she should get up as it was 9:15 and OH MY GOD, WHAT?  WHAT?  WHAT HAPPENED?"  She shot out of bed as if I had fired her from a cannon.  Then came the tears as I told her I had awakened her three times that morning and she still had not gotten up.  Then I left the room and went off to listen to the two messages I had on my answering machine.  Yes, she had slept through two phone calls.

In the car headed to school I calmly explained my rational.  She explained that she had no memory of me coming into her room at all.  I told her everything I had done that morning.  She cried some more.  I again explained my rational.  She cried some more.  I told her I loved her.  I went into the office with her where she picked up her tardy slip.  I kissed her while she cried some more and I sent her off to class.

This morning the girls are involved in an all day math competition.  The car pool ride was due to pick them both up at 8:00 sharp.  Madison was up at 7:00 and in the shower before my alarm even went off.  She was still the last one out the door, running around grabbing things that should have been laid out the night before, but I'm hoping this is progress.  Only time will tell...

Reason 125 on why I said no to getting a dog

When we first got Elliot he looked like this:

Our backyard was fenced in except for an open area where a gate should be on one side of our yard.  Because Elliot was so small and fluffy and couldn't move quite so fast Tom added some chicken wire across this open area.  We also added a few bricks to a few areas where the back fence was a tad too open for a small fluffy puppy, but for the most part Elliot was contained.

He sometimes sniffed and dug around the back fence area, but never did he venture over to the side with the chicken wire.  If he wanted to see what was happening in the front of our house, he went to the area where we had a real gate and where the most traffic seem to move.

That was until this past week.  I put Elliot into the backyard because he was whining to get outside to chase squirrels.  I put him in the back because I wanted to sweep my living room, a chore I'm unable to do with the dog around as he loves to attack and chase the broom.  He was busy chasing squirrels in the backyard, and I was busy sweeping in the front room and all was right with our worlds.

Then I heard Elliot barking and the barking seem to be quite loud for a dog that was in the back of the house.  In fact as it continued I thought to myself, "it sounds like that barking is coming from the front yard", and after thinking that same thing twice I looked out the front door to find Elliot in the front yard treeing a squirrel.  He had jumped over the chicken wire chasing a squirrel.

I immediately went outside and started sweeping hoping to lure him toward me, but he only glanced at me and continued barking at the treed squirrel.  I walked toward him and as I walked around the tree he too walked around the tree...away from me.  We both circled the tree twice and then I changed directions and so did he.  We circled the tree again.  Now I am steaming.  I have things to do and chasing the dog was not one of them.  I went into the house and returned with a jar of peanut butter.  He didn't care.  He sniffed the air a bit, but gave me a look that said, "do I look stupid, stupid?"

It wasn't until I scooped out a tad of peanut butter and put it on a leaf on the ground that he came over and allowed himself to be captured.  I put the end of the leash onto the dog stake we have out front and left him to finish his peanut butter leaf.  He lay contently in the yard until a squirrel ran by him.  Elliot jumped up, forgetting he was on a leash, and took off after the squirrel his leash and collar coming off over his head.  Once again he treed the squirrel and once again I tried to capture the dog.  This time I'm afraid some choice words were shouted quite loudly through the neighborhood.  Elliot, enjoying the chasing game, took off running two houses away and into the backyard.  As I trudged through my neighbor's yard to get him, cursing up a storm and ruining my NY's resolutions, the dog came tearing around the side of the house and took off running in the opposite direction through the next three neighbors' yards.  I went back into the house.

Eventually he returned to the squirrel in the tree and eventually I got him with a piece of lunch meat, but I was as mad as I've ever been and texted his father to let him know how his dog had behaved.  Father immediately called laughing as he pictured me running around the tree after the dog.  He said it was only because he had been in my shoes, but I wondered.

And then later on during the weekend I was the one laughing....

The new gate is now secure and the puppy is enclosed.  I'm thinking of running around to each of the gates during the day acting like a squirrel and receiving some exercise for myself, but right now I'm content to just sit poolside with my paper and coffee and watch the dog chase the squirrels on the back fence.  So much for that cute fluffy little ball of fur.

My first experience at a tween concert

My daughter's friend, Savanna, received tickets to see Miranda Cosgrove in concert for Christmas.  She invited Darcy to accompany her and her mother.  The mother then suggested that I take the third ticket as I was "more fun" then she.  While I agreed that was a true statement, I had no interest in Miranda Cosgrove.  I don't care for the show she is in on Nickelodeon, iCarly, and I had never heard any of her music.  And the concert was in Tampa, which for me is like NYC.  I don't go there unless I have someone chauffeuring me.

Two days before the concert the mother conveniently got sick.  I said I would take the girls, and then I proceeded to convince Savanna's father to do the driving.  He hemmed and hawed some about it, but when I mentioned that parking might be a problem, and that we might have to walk several blocks in the dark I knew I had him hooked.  He is the most protective parent I know.  When the time came to leave, he was showered and ready to do the driving, and he decided to buy another ticket for himself so he could watch his daughter's enjoyment.

She had no wish for this to happen and had a little attitude.  Middle schoolers + parents = uncool.  Jim + Cara = we don't care what the middle schoolers think.  So the four of us piled into the van and headed for Tampa to see the concert.  I was prepared with directions that I had gotten from the theater site, and I was quite excited now about the concert because I read that the opening act was Greyson Chance, a kid I saw on YouTube a while back.  This kid had blown me away with his piano playing, his voice, and his ability to rearrange Lady GaGa's, Paparazzi, and make it his own.

The concert was at the Tampa Theater, a 1926 Tampa City landmark.  The stage is quite small for a concert, but the surroundings are absolutely breathtaking.  Paramount financed the theater with the helping of private backers back in the day when theaters were heavily populated.  The Tampa Theater was designed by the famous theater architect John Eberson who had visions and designed theaters with the illusion that visitors would feel as if they were outside in a romantic courtyard at night.  With 1,000 seats I thought it the perfect place to see a first concert.

With Jim behind the wheel of the van and a determination of getting a ticket, we got to the theater in plenty of time.  We paid to park in the lot adjacent to the theater, and secured Jim an aisle seat ticket.  Savanna had seen a pizza place as we searched for parking and so we walked down the street to try it out.

It was fabulous!  It was an organic place with all natural ingredients.  We had a Caesar salad topped with free range grilled chicken and an extra large half cheese/half pepperoni pizza.  The sodas were natural sodas that went down smooth after our jaunt to find the place. The waiter joked with us about needing ear plugs among all of the screaming tweens we were about to encounter, and so we enjoyed ourselves immensely.

After dinner, we headed back to the theater and hung out in the lobby, checking out the decor and the $40 concert t-shirts for sale.  Jim and I vetoed the purchasing of the shirts and instead forked over $10 for glow sticks which my daughter informed me were for holding up while the performers sang.  I told her back in my day we held up lighters.  She was not impressed.

First up was Greyson Chance seated at a keyboard with a three piece ensemble, which I felt he didn't need.  His voice is out of this world.  That kid can flat out sing (to use one of my brother's quotes).  He sang 6 songs in a half an hour, three of them alone and three of them with the musicians.  He rocked on the three songs with just him behind the keyboard.  I can't say enough about how wonderful this kid, he is only 13 years old, is as an artist.  He writes his own music and lyrics and can just belt them out with so much feeling.  He range is incredible and his baby face is adorable.  Savanna and Darcy were hooked and on the Greyson Chance bandwagon by the end of his set. 

I made sure to show the girls how to squeal and wave their arms in total devotion of one's idol.  They rolled their eyes, but it didn't stop me.  I was in love with this kid!  He ended and stood for another half an hour signing autographs, but we missed that as we were standing in line to use the one room restroom.  It took a half an hour for his equipment to be disassembled and Miranda Cosgrove's to be set up.

At exactly 8:00 the lights dimmed and the tween screaming began.  Holy Crap, but it was loud on this forty something's thirty something's eardrums.  I thought they might rupture and bleed, but that was nothing compared to how the decimals rose when Miranda Cosgrove ran out on stage and the music started.  Suddenly I was my parents, "I can't understand a word she is saying".

Her band consisted of a drummer, a bass player, two guitarists, a keyboardist, and a back-up singer.  They were so loud that you couldn't even hear Miranda sing.  For all I know she was lip syncing and a CD was playing in the background.  Miranda herself had obviously sucked down a gallon of caffeine because the 17 year old did not stop and stand in place for longer then 10 seconds.  She ran to the left of the stage, hopping and dancing, and then she ran to the right of the stage and hopped and danced some more.  Sometimes she ran to the middle of the stage and hopped and danced, and then she turned around and ran up four steps to stand in the middle of a platform to sing, dance and hop.  It was like watching a tennis match.  I couldn't take a decent picture because she never stood still long enough.  (Well, and I'm not too swift with my IPhone camera yet and my other camera ran out of battery).

Miranda had three costume changes and sang and hopped for an hour.  She looks just like she does on iCarly, and she has the most beautiful, long, silky dark hair that just moved so smoothly as she hopped and danced her way back and forth on the stage.  The concert was sponsored by Neutrogena, but I wanted to know what hair care products she used.
 

When the last costume change was complete she sang her two last songs.  Jim took the girls up to the stage for the last song, and they got to see Miranda up close and personal.  Greyson joined Miranda on stage for the finale, and they danced and sang across the stage shaking and slapping the fans' hands.  Both girls got their hands slapped and so they won't be washing them for the next hundred years. (Insert screaming!)

It was cool to witness this first time event with my daughter.  It brought back memories of seeing Shaun Cassidy in concert with my friends, and that feeling of pure happiness and awe at seeing your idol up close.  I did; however, find it interesting that these tweens were fawning over a girl entertainer....times they are a changing...

Connie photo #7

The wound looked better this week although her foot, ankle and leg were quite swollen.  Because of this swelling and some redness on the top of the foot and leg the Foot God put her on two antibiotics.  He said the vac is doing its job and filling in the wound nicely.  Not sure why she has that swollen bump above the wound.  I didn't really check it out this time as I was concentrating on the wound.

Her foot was still swollen the next day, but not as much as when she saw the Foot God.  The rehab hospital is kicking her out the end of this week and the question is where to go from here.  Another rehab facility or home?  She is weighing her options and discussing things with the therapists, and I threw in my opinion.  As long as she can stay off her foot I have no problem with her going home, but she tends to be on her feet puttering around when she is at home.  She promises not to do that.  Hmmmm....

Two peas in a pod or is that two feet in boots?

Darcy has something called seaver's disease.  She has this in her left heel and it is a typical injury in children who play sports.  She started complaining about it last year during her football and soccer overlapping part of the seasons.  I poohed it and we iced it and then it went away after the soccer season ended.  Soon as soccer started and overlapped once again with her football time she began the complaining again.

I took her in to the pediatrician who diagnosed her.  She suggested just to make sure there weren't any broken bones or other problems we go to an orthopedist.  I did some research on the disease and decided that since the cure for this was shoe inserts, and being well affiliated with the Foot God, I asked his opinion.  We had a nice discussion on the subject during Connie's last visit and an appointment was made for Darcy to see the Foot God.

He took X-rays and squeezed around on her heel.  She was very nonchalant about all the squeezing despite her limping and whining the previous week, and I thought he would think this was a case of worried mother syndrome, but then he asked her to stand up and walk on her heels.  She practically fell to the floor in a puddle.  She couldn't do it no way, no how.  He told her no more soccer and then put her in a compression boot for a week.  A compression boot.  Like someone else we know...

Only difference is that Darcy has compression on her boot that she can blow up or let out depending.  She loves going to the rehab hospital to visit grandma because she can get into the wheelchair and go down the hallway and let everyone help her as they think she is a patient.  People are very helpful, especially in the dining room.

We return to the Foot God this week at which time he will fit her for orthotics.  She, like her sister, has a C-foot, which means they are under pronated.  This will cost quite a few pennies, but hopefully will stop them from having any hip and back pain in the future.

Meanwhile, Darcy didn't follow the doctor's advice and played in her soccer game this Saturday.  I was in concession stand duty earlier that morning and left them in the care of their father.  He too claims he didn't know Darcy would take off the boot and put on her cleats.  She played and had no problems, but I'm not sure I'll tell that to the Foot God!

And the pain just keeps coming

Thursday, Feb. 9th - 8:50 AM

Darcy goes in to get her bottom braces

Gets the bands in silver to match her top braces.  Complains of pain and receives no sympathy from her mother whose mouth still opens automatically whenever her body is reclined. (Tons of dental work and tons of pain)

One sad little girl who thought this face would keep her out of school for the day.

She was wrong!