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Strange weekend. Mom, usually up at 6:00, came toddling out yesterday morning at 10:30 and looking darned embarrassed about it.

Went to the bookstore on Friday night, and was accosted by dark-haired woman:
"Kelly?"
*headshake*
"Sharon?"
*headshake*
"I know I know you. What's your name?"
"Ann."
"I'm sorry. I can't remember your last name..."
"Mutterlarmutter."
"Of course. I'm SUZANNE!"
I shake her hand politely. I have no fucking idea who she is. Possibly we were in school together, but since my graduating class had around 300 people, and half the girls were called Susan, Sue, Suzanne, or some other variation, and I've hysterically blocked out much of that time, and since she doesn't think to give me her past or present surname, clueless is me.
"This is my husband, Steve."
Steve, like Suzanne, is painfully neat. He's wearing a suit. She's wearing the girl equivalent, with a pleated skirt. I shake his hand, too.
"We met in Bible study class. We have five boys now! So where are you working? What do you do there? Where do you live? What is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?"
I stammer some answers, in don't-give-information-to-strangers mode.
"I'm sorry. I hope I don't sound like I'm grilling you."
"Yes. You are. Very much so." Who the HELL are you?
She backs off, sort of. Somehow the subject changes to Tintin, which she can't find and her five boys JUST LOVE! Tintin I can discuss with strangers, and do.
"How do you know about Tintin?"
"Four years of French."
"He's FRENCH?"
"Belgian etc. etc. please God strike me dead or set off the fire alarm or something."
They find their book and go away. I still have no idea who she was. Perhaps she mistook me for somebody else altogether.

Found Harley Quinn Barbie, who is fabulous, with her face a delicate pale eggshell color, and Elektra Barbie, a character I hate but a perfectly adorable doll.

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Be thankful they didn't ask to borrow $20 for a cab. Or invite you to their Amway presentation. Or (cont. p94)

I sat next to an herbal supplement lady on an airplane once. We hit turbulence, and I spilled milk all over her sweater. I didn't feel nearly as bad about it as I should have.

On the plus side, she didn't follow you home to continue the conversation. That's a plus, right?

Oh, God, WHAT IF SHE PHONES??? What if they need a fourth to make up Bible Study bridge night?

Harley Quinn Barbie?!?

I occasionally run into people here in Rome who think I'm somebody they went to school with, or something, which is, of course, impossible.

Yup. They've done Harley, Ivy, Batgirl, Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Elektra, and two Catwomen:
http://www.angelicdreamz.com/store/barbie_dc_comics.html

From the site, re: Elektra:
Born to fight and trained to kill, she was left for dead...but now she's back with vengeance!

It's decided -- that's what I'm getting my cousin for her 6th birthday.

I think the actual box copy is considerably toned down, but she comes with her sai, so that should fuck a little kid up plenty.

Also, your icon has killed me.