Thursday, August 13, 2009

Plan E?

Today we were in a Starbucks waiting for my daughter's first pair of eyeglasses to be made (the Doctor told her that she must wear them when driving the family car or sightseeing - she is 11). Suddenly, without warning or even an attempt at a segue she stated that her "Plan E" is to work at Starbucks.

Of course this prompted my question about her plans A through D.

"Plan A: Actress." I guess I knew that. It was singer until this year.

"Plan B: Writer." I was sort of hoping that this would be Plan A, but as she's 11, there's still time to change her mind.

"Plan C: Creative Writing Teacher-thingy. You know, English Teacher."

Clearly this is an inherited skill as my father, the sign painter, always said, "Words is my business." This was particularly obvious after the "North Shore Retarted Citizens" sign incident.

"Plan D: Marry a rich man."

This is a completely new addition to her plans. Does this mean we have to stop watching Fiddler on the Roof, A&E's Pride & Prejudice, or The Sound of Music?


Amy said...

I'd marry a rich man before working at Starbucks, too. Ha!

Fiddler said...

Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.

Hmm, now if she'd said Plan D was "marry a rich, kind man," I'd be with her on her choices there. ♡

LB said...

I'd say 'good' is the only necessary adjective; 'righteous' for when I'm feeling poetic.

Even including Plan E? I'd come bug you at work everyday for a Green Tea Frappuccino. That seems right since you're the one who introduced me to those infernally addictive things.

Trey said...

That's actually plans C through J for me.

Cheryl said...

As Lorelai says, "I love that we still have that option [to marry rich]!!!!

LB said...

Two new commenters on one post! Yay! I mean, welcome.

Trey, you can be reasonably sure it'll happen if you put it on the list that many times.

Cheryl, K and I just started the anunal GG rewatch: we're in the middle of Season 2.

Congratulations on the new blog.

Cheryl said...

Jen and I watched the episode in which both Rory and Lorelai get chastised for their anti-social and non-participatory behavior. It never gets old.

LB said...

I must know where you are at all times - especially if you're wearing my shoes!

Nope. It doesn't get old.