LIW

Once a week or so, I do something very typical to my life, and think about the fact that if Laura Ingalls Wilder were here, she'd shit a brick.

The most recent occurrence of this thought was when I was flat ironing my hair with my $100 CHI flat iron. Now only was I thankful that I could afford such a wonderful appliance (seriously-it's like magic on my hair!), but I also reflected upon the fact that LIW used to get excited about receiving a penny for Christmas.

While ironing, I did the math, and figured it would have taken 10,000 Christmases for Laura to buy such an iron. She probably could have made her own flat iron for about $5, and I know they had hot curlers, but still.

I am quite frequently grateful for the technological advances I have incorporated in my daily life.

Husband is TDY in AZ for six weeks? No problem. We'll text, FB chat, and talk nightly on the cell phone.

Need a recipe for salmon? No problem. Google it.

It's summer in GA and 100° with 95% humidity? No problem. Crank up the A/C.