Joy

The best thing that happened on Saturday was at a gas station. My wife and I actually drove up from Bloomington to near Fort Wayne on Saturday morning, then back down to Indianapolis for the munch, then back down to Bloomington. On the way up that morning, we stopped at a gas station where SR 37 meets I-465, because that's where they have the best gas prices in the region. But as I drove up I saw that hanging in the window of the convenience store was a rack containing giant dollies. Immediately the part of me that's Jennie went, "Ooooooo, big dollies! Want one!" But I restrained myself.

On the way home we got gas at the same place (the tank wasn't empty, but this place had some of the best prices around). I said I wanted to see the big dollies again, and my wife, bless her heart, said I could have one if I did some work on the house that needed to be done before I played with her. And what's more, she went in and bought one for me. I was thinking of going in to get one myself -- I wouldn't have been embarrassed; people would think I was getting it as a gift.

But anyway, I went home and got the work done (short version: we're trying to discourage birds from building nests in our house's bathroom fan and dryer vents) and played with her. She is almost three feet tall and all made of soft fabric! I put a diaper and plastic panties on her that are a bit small for me and they actually kind of fit. Loosely. I have visions of taking her with me everywhere I go along with her diaper bag so I can change her (I would need exactly two diapers for this; it's not as if she really wets) and feed her bottles and stuff, but that's not really going to happen. Anyway, Jennie wells up within me with such joy that I just had to call the new doll Joy. I should take a picture of Jennie and Joy sometime, to share the joy with you.