I'm hoping you all had the best Christmas ever. I'll be catching up with you when I return to Tulsa. Limited internet access and hours spent in dusty drawers and closets isn't conducive to blog reading. But I do have a minute to share snatches of my day, if anyone out there is bored.
Maybelline spent this week inviting trouble. Today it was the favorite aunt and her two favorite cousins all sitting on her lap. Ow.
Mr. Monkeysuit went missing. I looked a little. Asked a lot of people if they'd seen him. Everyone was quite amused that he was gone. That I'd lost him. Honestly, I thought someone had pocketed him.
My first gift this afternoon was Mr. Monkeysuit. It was the Evil Sister who'd lifted him.
Later this afternoon, the monkey disappeared again.
Ooo! I have to show you one of my favorite gifts. See, we did Secret Santa this year, so technically this was my birthday gift a few months late. Given to me in secret. Check it out:
Cute, huh? It also moos when you press its tail. The one who gave him to me? A little grandmother of a woman (I love her antlers):
Oh alright. She's only been a grandmother four months, and she's the youngest of the sisters, but she IS a grandmother. I loves her.
I hope each and every one of you has had a very merry Christmas. Mine ended with my favorite aunt playing a micro-cassette recording of my grandmother from just a couple of weeks ago, conversing with her sitter, telling jokes. It was sweet. She sounded good.
Until I write again ...