In the world according to Bonus, I will neither be old nor a "grome up" until I am
Phew.... I'm glad he finally told me. I guess he was enjoying watching his mama sweat it out.
Speak it, sweet child of mine. I thought I only had eighteen days left before I turned officially old. Not that I have a mental countdown to my 40th birthday going or anything. Now, I can rest easy for five more years.
Other good news...
The Christmas transformation has begun at my home. Yes, I realize I am way behind all you other people with organizers and schedules and Christmas notebooks and the like. Remember, I took my children on vacation for Thanksgiving, and then I was exhausted. Plus, RNR Princess had strep throat this week, and Miss Proper was nursing a nasty cold. We did not have the strength or manpower to decorate. Hey, at least I finally took down the pumpkins and gourds on December 2. I did not say I had put them away yet, but they are no longer on my front porch with my dead plant.
The Christmas tree is up and about one-third of the ornaments are hung. I've only had to banish Bonus one time for throwing a stuffed moose at the coffee table which was, of course, full of my most breakable ornaments. The damage was the most expensive ornament I owned in approximately one thousand shards of mercury glass. Que sera sera. At least I won't have to pack that one up at the end of the season.