The Who really wants a pencil case just like mine for his birthday. Luckily, we both have pretty pedestrian taste and it’s just a Target item — pretty easy to come by. I contemplated going out at 1am when they open tonight, but almost immediately thought better of it. Is it worth getting trampled in the electronics section so I can get a $5 pencil case before he wakes? (Never mind that my brother assures me that “people don’t get trampled in Massachusetts.” That can’t be true, is it? It’s just another example of our snooty holier-than-thou Massholery, right?)
At any rate, tomorrow The Who turns seven. And I’ll celebrate seven years of staying [relatively] sane [enough] to raise a real quality human being.