Hayley has been sick for three days which, in Hayley Time, is an eternity. She’s watched every single anime that just arrived a few days ago, all the netflix from today and now she is crawling the walls, albeit with a cough. Fortunately, my dad is King of VCR Tapes. I know, I know…no one wants VCR tapes…but you know, that makes them abundant and ridiculously inexpensive. And with Dad and Mom loving a bargain, well you can imagine the selection….
I am in full-on budget mode as I work on Divorce Recovery. Sigh. I want to buy a house by the time Hayley is out of high school. That gives me four years to pay off every single bit of debt that I have and to hoard money. Hayley’s lack of media was a perfect opportunity for me to flex my tightwad muscle. Yo! (as Hayley would say….)
So we pull on snow boots over our jammies, wrap scarves round our necks and drive – quickly – to Boo Boo (my dad) and Grammies. Ten minutes later we have a box of movies, a VCR (since ours is now eating tapes…), and are not a penny poorer. Yes! (as Mommy would say….)
And Hayley’s movie of choice?
You’ve Got Mail – ode to the Internet of 1998 – when AOL was da bomb, Meg Ryan had the best hair ever and normal lil’ lips, and the world wide web was the cosmic unknown.
And even 10 years later…Meg Ryan is the cutest thing ever – I still want her clothes (in particular the very cute gray jumper/black turtleneck ensemble), her hair is still too perky for words, and most of all? Her hella sweet New York apartment….
Sigh. But the Internet. I kinda miss those days. When you were a faceless screen name left to the imagination….
“I lead a small life…and sometimes I wonder do I do it because I like it? Or because I haven’t been brave? I don’t really want an answer, I just want to send this question out into the cosmic void….” Go Meg…