A.’s friend A. invited me to her baby shower. Her husband P., who was in A.’s PhD program, has family in the D.C. area so they’re having the soiree here mid-March. I can’t go — I’ll be on a plane back from my trip while her friends will watch her open bottles and blankets and onesies.
So today, I sent A. and P. baby presents off of their registry. This is sooo dumb – I mean really, really dumb — but I bought, among other things, the Vicks baby rectal thermometer. It seemed to be the oddest of the choices (but no doubt important). So I wrote a note with it: “This one is from A.” And then I got an adorable blanket with an elephant on it and wrote another note: “This one — super super cute? It’s from me.”
And then I laughed. Yes, I am 5 years old.