Today's String

Pre-teen drama. What more can I say, really? It all began with a nasty comment followed by a fabulous retort ("Why should I go to your party if we are going to argue all of the time?"). That would be one string. The other string begins to unravel as the croc tears begin the fall. All of this in front of a firebreathing, Jerry Springer audience in the school cafeteria. (string #3)

[croc tears: the ones that fall when when we want a new pair of Crocs]

So in comes the bandaid: A private phone call of apology from one to another. And, of course, a plea to "please attend my party" (code for: I really want you to buy me a gift because you buy great stuff").

So, once again, three strings and a bandaid to hold it all together. Victoria would be proud that we could get along with so little to hold onto.