Update
Dear Journal,
Apparently when we made plans to go shopping, Miranda thought I meant we were going to give her shopping serf our measurements and a list of everything we wanted, and then send him to the mall. I explained to her that regular people didn't use serfs, and I'd really been looking forward to a girls' day out, and that turned out to be enough to convince her to "give this shopping-like-a-peasant thing a try". I love this girl, I do, but she has the worst case of selective hearing I have ever seen. Heard. Whatever. Half of what I say doesn't seem to register, and even if something does get through to her, it seems like the next time we have a conversation she's regressed back to the way she was before.
Sorry, I'm really not portraying her in the best light, am I? Miranda can be a real sweetheart, and I adore her, but she is very much a product of her upbringing. I keep trying to bring her into the 21st century, but it's an uphill battle.
On the bright side, she can be very generous with her friends. Case in point, guess who's sporting two brand new, peridot-studded neck bolts? Miranda loved the secret friendship gemstones idea, so now wherever we go, we'll always have these to tie us together.
Actually, the studded bolts were just the start. Miranda was quick to inform me that my whole closet is now out of style and my "look" is in dire need of an overhaul. I'll probably never wear even half the stuff we* ended up buying, but Miranda really seemed to get a kick out of watching me try it all on, so who am I to deny her that?
I can't wait to show Polly and Liam on Monday!
Hugs and kisses,
Betty
*I realized, after I finished writing, that this 'we' is misleading; Miranda paid for pretty much all of it. I just paid for lunch.