This is indeed a Thursday Thing, but given that we’re all grown-ups (kids, get off the freakin’ Internet!) and today is a Thursday, let’s just all take this for granted, shall we?
We had two snow days. And it was just fine. The first snow day, Friday, I was headed to New York and husband had to go to work, so I told the kids, “Go ahead, rot your brains out on TV and Xbox,” and everyone survived the day. The second snow day, Monday, was a false snow day. Meaning it was called, but really shouldn’t have been. But my girl and I put it to good use, delivering Girl Scout cookies to my good friend and fellow Debutante Ball author, Louise Miller. Louise is a pastry chef in a very fancy shmancy private club downtown (and I had a good laugh that a kitchen full of chefs wanted Girl Scout cookies), and my girl and her friend got a kick going to visit it.
It felt like an adventure on a dreary day, and the girl was so impressed, the second she walked out of the fancy-shmancy private club, she asked, “So could I have my bat mitzvah there?”
“No,” I told her. “Completely out of the question.”
“Okay,” she said, taking it in stride. “But maybe my wedding.”