A Sad Discovery.

Look at it. (sniffle) It's dying.

I remember the first time I saw these... I fell in love instantly. They're too big (I didn't care that the store didn't have my size) and the rip was bound to happen, but I'm still sad. RIP cute Birkies.

I guess I could have them fixed but it'll probably just happen again. And they won't be cute. 

Later: Just thinking about this family I used to babysit for. They had a child named either Bridget or Richard, the mom told me his/her name once and I didn't hear it clearly, and I could never figure it out afterward and was too embarrassed to ask....

I never did change a diaper; I think s/he was around 3 or 4 and was already potty trained. S/he had a cute little kid face and a short-ish boy haircut. I could have looked at the kid's clothes in their dresser, I guess.

Right now I'm leaning toward Bridget.

I think it's time for bed.