One should be careful when opening a case of Gatorade:
Ooh! The royal baby has arrived! I'd feel sorry for the new parents, and sympathize with how little sleep they will be getting, except that this baby comes with a nanny, among other employees, to help out. I am sure that a number of us would give our right arms to be able to get a few hours of shut eye, let alone watch our child while we enjoy a full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep? I wonder if there is a Royal Diaper Changer, and if so, how much does it pay? I expect it might be a bit more than minimum wage. That certainly would be an interesting note on one's resume.
My mom hands me a stretchy bracelet the other day. It has pink and white beads. Turns out that the beads were made from flowers. The flowers that were at my grandmother's funeral. A memento mori, certainly. I'd rather have had something else, but I guess that everyone grieves in their own way. I don't even know if my grandmother liked the color pink. I suspect that she did; the entire outside of the house was painted pink. I do know that I am not fond of pink. When I see someone wearing all pink or driving a pink car, I automatically think of Mary Kay. Weird, I know!
Go visit Stacy--help her stay sane while she packs!