I think it is an art, one that we forget as we get older. When they asked me to help them with the tape, I said, "Sure."
Answers like that make their mothers, my daughters, crazy.
That's because they've forgotten how to be silly, and I am just remembering.
We went to McDonalds. God help me.
And we went to the movies and saw Gnomeo in 3D.
They didn't even ask for popcorn, candy or soda. They knew the drill.
I will feed them before the movie, I will feed them after the movie, but I will not pay $6 for a box of candy that should cost less than $1.00, and they are OK with that. They know that when we get out of the movie I will buy them a box of donuts, or ice cream, or whatever they want, just not at the movie theater.
One thing I have found out about being a
Ya gotta love this.
I watched my husband walking across the street. He is old, like me. But damn, if he doesn't walk across the street like a young man. And this afternoon, when I took Eddie for a walk, even though he is almost 14, he pranced, like a puppy.
My two old guys. Still young at heart. That's what I love the best.
For after all, age is a matter of mind. And I don't, I don't really mind. Tomorrow is my 64TH birthday.....SIXTY FOURTH???????WTH?????
Well, I don't feel, think, or act like I am that old, and because I am that old, I don't care all that much if I look that old.
Did you get that? Whew.
My husband made my favorite, his secret spagetti sauce, just cause I asked him to.
He totally won't give this recipe up. He is going to take it with him. Too bad, cause it's really the best ever. So when he's gone, we not only will miss him, we will miss our favorite comfort food.
That's just wrong.
So I am having a little pinot grigio to celebrate the day BEFORE my birthday, and then I will have another glass to celebrate the actual day.
I was weaving a bit on my "home" loom, but I am not all that motivated tonight.
Before I give in and become more slug like, I have to tell you a little story.
Yesterday morning, I was brushing Ava's hair. She was yelling, making quite the ruckus, totally overreacting. When I was finished, I turned to Gabs, and said, "So Gabby, what shall we do to YOUR hair today?"
She said, " I like it the way it is."
We're talking Miss Bedhead, here.
Bill was taking this all in, and he piped up, "She's absolutely gorgeous just the way she is."
With a mile wide grin, she turned to him and said, " Well, Poppa, you're gorgeous just the way YOU are."
I am just glad I didn't have to try to wipe the smile off his face.