I had forgotten to show Bridget the Marsalis on Music videos I bought at the library (I have two now). She just came in here, holding one, and asked if we owned it or if it was rented. I said we owned it and she giggled and gleefully ran back into the other room to watch it, LOL!

This afternoon she was playing the same song over and over and over again like kids sometimes do (who am I kidding - I still do that). It was ok because she has good taste. So I got to hear A Fifth of Beethoven by (yes, I had to google this) Walter Murphy about 10 times in a row before her brother annoyed her and she stormed upstairs yelling "just leave me alone". Ah, pre-pre-teen angst.