Survival of the fittest and most unenthusiastic

Okay, I’ll admit it. We watched “24” at our house last night.

I know I said we were done with it, but how could we just walk away without knowing if the President would survive the attack by a militia who were not only skilled enough to attack the White House by killing one handyman with a screwdriver, but also managed to bring in a laptop and a complete arsenal while scuba-diving in the Potomac?

What can I say? I guess I like television programming that causes me to suspend my imagination beyond all human reason, which explains why I kept watching “Diff’rent Strokes” even after Dixie Carter married Mr. Drummond and that little red-headed boy with the bowl cut moved into the penthouse.

And also why I kept watching “E.R.” after Dr. Romano not only got his arm cut off by a helicopter, but was then later crushed to death by a helicopter that fell out of the sky. What are the odds?

Anyway, enough about television.

(Like I could ever get enough of the T.V.)

Yesterday we spent our first official day of Spring Break at the outdoor mall here in town. Here is Caroline in front of Neiman Marcus.

I feel like I need to document the week in pictures so that someday when all of Caroline’s friends are reminiscing about their fabulous Spring Breaks spent at Disney World or an exotic beach somewhere, she can pull these out and say, “My mom took me to the mall”.

And all her friends will be totally jealous because who cares about having breakfast with Cinderella compared to riding the escalator at Nordstrom and climbing under clothing carousels while your Mom looks for sale items at GapKids?

In all fairness, she was the one that wanted to go to the mall. I was glad she suggested it because our other option would have been a trip to the zoo and I’m just not a big fan of the zoo. Actually, that’s not true. I think the zoo would be great if not for all the animals.

So we spent Monday in various children’s clothing stores where she completely blew my mind by turning down pink shirts covered in sparkly butterflies and instead grabbed a darling brown dress with nary a unicorn or bedazzle on it and declared it, “A KEEPER!”

I’ve never been so proud of her taste, but I kept it to myself because any indication of enthusiasm from me might have been a death sentence for the cute dress.

The good news is that both the dress and the President on “24” both lived to see another day. There is nothing Jack Bauer or a little lack of excitement can accomplish.

Except for maybe scuba-diving into the White House while carrying a laptop.