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Have I talked about Anne of Green Gables lately? I don’t think so.

The other night I watched the film version with the commentary. Now, you know you’ve watched a movie a few times when you cry even though you can’t hear what the characters are saying.

I think I laughed a little too hard at what happened to Poppy, because fate found me today and dealt me a nice little blow. No panty issues, but that aspirin in the first aid kit at work does not cut it. Even four of them do not cut it. And try running back and forth while you hold down the front counter by yourself and the cramps attack and oh, the world gets a little woozy between hormones & aspirins.

So anyway, more Anne on DVD is a good remedy. I’m watching the sequel now & cracking up at all my favorite lines. And oh, when I get to the part where Anne pretends to sing the wedding song and they break Diana’s bed? I will miss Laurel.

I was thinking, in the scene where Anne finds out that Diana is engaged, about being an Anne or a Diana in one’s friendships. I think it depends on the person I’m with. I have a deep sympathy for Diana – for not being the one with the exciting life. For being the sidekick. Anne is who I want to be. Impulsive, creative, good with people.

*”I think I’d like it if he could be wicked and wouldn’t.”

“Pitching and mooning?”

“The over-particular ones get left behind!”

“I knew a girl who died in her sleep after being impertinent!”

At Costco today, they had samples of their delicious cream puffs. Those things are good. Why then, at Costco of all places, were they slicing the cream puffs in half before sticking a toothpick in them and offering them up for consumption?

I have a little love/hate relationship with Costco. First of all, I don’t have a card. I borrow Katy’s and sneak in – no one looks too closely, thank goodness, and we’re both young women with dark hair. That’s about all you can see in the picture anyway.

I go there from time to time to buy things like massive cubes of toilet paper, and bagels, and laundry detergent, and 24 hand towels and 24 washcloths. When I’m there, my urge to walk up & down every aisle starts to fight against my hatred for massive quantities of stuff and low-quality ice cream and non-organic milk.

The only way I survive standing in line is by examining the contents of my neighbors’ carts. Today I saw a woman with six tubs of animal crackers in her cart. Six. Costco sized. I sincerely hope & pray that they were intended as snacks for an animal cracker convention and not for consumption by her family.

Or there was the man with a massive package of animal parts (pork maybe?) and some paper towels. That was it.

But then again, I suppose some people might be wondering what I intended to do with twenty-four hand towels.