Oh what a prickly night for my poor Bitches.
But enough about Erin. *g*
But I was singing "Twilight Time" to Mallory, and he concentrated on my face and started singing along with me, with he "Am I doing right?" expression, and it broke me.
Oh Raquel, he's got you good and proper. Someday, Mal will try to flush a whole roll of toilet paper, or your wedding ring, or your income tax refund check, and you will catch a glimpse of that same expression just before you go to stop him, and tell him "No!" and "Bad" and you will remember your "Twilight Time" duet. It is distinctly unfair, so it's a good thing it is so wonderful.
Good luck with the sleeping Beverly! I just got up, time to exercise.
And 40? Is grand. Is SO much better than 30. Trust me. 40 is probably the BEST. EVER. Since about six.
I agree with this.
Also what Cindy said about the "look" getting you for years to come. It is so hard to get mad at them when they are so precious.
That reminds me of the Calvin & Hobbes cartoon where Calvin is pounding nails into the coffee table. Mom comes rushing in, horrified, and says, "What are you doing?!"
Calvin looks at the coffee table, then he looks at the hammer, then he looks at Mom with just that expression, and says, "Is this some sort of trick question?"
Calvin looks at the coffee table, then he looks at the hammer, then he looks at Mom with just that expression, and says, "Is this some sort of trick question?"
I love that one. It's one of my two favourite Calvin & Hobbes.
And 40? Is grand. Is SO much better than 30. Trust me. 40 is probably the BEST. EVER. Since about six.
I agree with this.
I felt that way about 30. I'm hoping that was a pre-peak, and that I'll also feel that way about 40, 50, 60, 70 etc.
I love that one. It's one of my two favourite Calvin & Hobbes.
Hee. Mine too. Of course, my mother would probably say that's because when I helped my parents wash their new car, I decided to get it extra clean, by scrubbing the body with the steel wool pad they'd left for me to use on the white wall tires.
I had to remind myself of that incident just a week or two ago. The children bring the trash barrels up the drive to the garage, after the trash has been picked up. We'd left the car too close to the retaining wall on the righthand side of the driveway, but they always bring the barrels up the righthand side of the driveway. I saw Chris contemplating the space problem, and told him to bring the barrell around the other side.
I failed to give Benjamin this information, and there is now a ~3inch tall series of scratches that runs almost the entire length of the passenger side of the mini-van.
Ok, I just pictured billytea with a Calvin cowlick and expression. It's a mighty cute image.
I'm hoping that was a pre-peak, and that I'll also feel that way about 40, 50, 60, 70 etc.
I felt on top of my game at 40. 50 was wonderful, but in a different way. More a feeling of determination to take my life back as I got a bit lost through the 40's. Fear me when I turn 60.
Timelies!
I'm staying out of the pet/humans conversations, because I fear I would say not-nice things to people I really like and respect.
I am excited about my interview today. Maybe I didn't get offered that other job, because this one really would be a better fit. I'm crossing my fingers that that is the case, anyway.
Oh my, I just can't help myself but to comment on the pet/human stuff. I have had pets all of my life. I have no recollection of a time in life when I didn't have a pet. I treasure and love them. That said, it is within the possibility of imagination that I would find a new home for a pet if my husband or children developed a severe allergy, fear, whatever. It is not possible for me to imagine dumping the spouse or children in favor of the pet. It is not the same thing for me. Thankfully I haven't had to make a choice and can love 'em all.
