Here is your random fact on Friday:
When I was fourteen years old, I decided I wanted to have a quinceañera.
(This is an important rite of passage and religious ceremony in Hispanic cultures in which a young girl becomes a young woman. It is celebrated on her fifteenth birthday.)
I am the first to admit that I didn’t quite know what a quinceañera was at the time. All I saw were beautiful dresses, monstrous cakes, dates, and dancing. . . . (sigh) It was my fantasy.
It didn’t matter that I wasn’t Hispanic . . . or Catholic. . . .
Um, yeah. I was never quite able to talk Mom into that one. . . .
That’s probably a good thing.
Oh, who am I even kidding? I’d *so* have this dress on right now if I could get away with it. . . .