Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Oh, Donna.

We watched as you went from flat as a board to buxom "blonde" in one season. We laughed when you wore the mermaid costume for Halloween. We sighed with relief when you were granted extra time, because of your nebulous learning disabilities, to take the SATs. We gasped when you found out your mother was cheating on your father; we also reveled when you saw Color Me Badd in the elevator. We chanted "Donna Martin graduates" after you got caught drunk at prom. We smiled with pride as you rode down the street in the Tournament of Roses parade, waving like a princess. We waited and waited (along with poor David) as you held on to your sacred virginity. We screamed at our televisions each time Ray Pruit threatened you or laid a hand on you. We held our breath as you opened your own boutique and started designing your own clothes. We were in shock when we found out that an indiscretion at a pool party led to the coneption of bad girl Gina Kincaid, your half sister. We cried with you when your dear father died. We wished we could be at your wedding to David.

And you repay us by growing up and looking like this?


No comments: