Princess in the Spotlight

Lilly: Mia, when I recognize a human soul crying out for self-actualization, I am powerless to stop myself. I must do what I can to see that that person’s dream is realized. [Gee, I haven’t noticed Lilly doing all that much to help me realize my dream of French-kissing her brother. But on the other hand, I have not exactly made that dream known to her.]

And you know what? Maybe Michael didn’t write those notes. And maybe he doesn’t think I’m the Josiest girl in school.But he thought I looked nice in my pink dress. And that’s all that matters to me.

And I think What does it matter that it is not a linear equation if any variable is raised to a power? We’re all just going to die anyway.

It’s sort of weird to be hugged by your Algebra teacher. That’s all I have to say.

One of her best paintings, Woman Enjoying a Quick Snack at Starbucks, is hanging in their dining room.

Get to see how he treats his mother/sister/housekeeper (critical clues as to how he will treat any prospective girlfriend).

When Louie is upset with us for, say, forgetting to feed him, he eats any socks he might find lying around.

Get Mom to stop hanging bras on bedroom doorknob

Today Rommel had on a mink bolero jacket. I am not even joking. It was dyed lavender to match the one slung across Grandmère’s shoulders.

It’s like I’ve struck a blow for dweebs everywhere, or something.