Today is Tooey's birthday. He's one-year-old. The story of how he got his name will be coming shortly. It's a good one.
Tooey and his sisters the night he was born. (I love Madame 3-yr-old's little clasped hands. And that red jacket is a source of joy, too. I think I must have been wandering the streets naked before I found it at my favorite thrift store in Indiana. I wear it all the time. Madame 4-yr-old had a similar jacket for a while and we used to wear them together and be best friends.)Tiny pies.
Mom gave me these mini pie pans for Christmas. So fantastic.I was walking up to my house after work and I was thinking about something, probably either world events or the marital status of the Keebler Elves (isn't there one commercial with a woman in the Keebler Elf tree?). I walked up onto my porch and I checked my first mailbox (I have two, which doesn't make the post office happy, but it's not my fault). Nothing. I checked the second mailbox. Nothing. I thought to myself (and I do remember that I thought this exact thought), "Of course there's no mail, because NO ONE LOVES ME." Then I opened my screen door and out fell a package! I gave the package a little hug and I did a little package-receiving dance. There are few things that make me as happy as a present on the porch. In one of my houses, I made my roommates have a moment of silent concentration on walks--a moment when we could all concentrate on the idea of a present on the porch, so that one would be waiting when we got home. I took my package inside and it was books from my NJBrother. Good brother!
I think we all know who's getting the best Christmas present this year.
2 comments:
I sent two books? One should be a good overview...the other is okay, I don't really remember but it was on my shelf. Its about a girl in NYC...maybe you'll like it?
You sent THREE books. I've only looked at one closely, so far. There was a story with Paul Bunyan and Babe talking about Paul's dating life that made me pretty happy.
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