As soon as DH headed outta town I started getting sick. Psychosomatic? Rest assured it is psycho something. The zinc lozenges have relieved the intensity of the symptoms. I've been able to breath through both nares (love that word!) almost the entire time. Yeah, almost. I think it has been about 3 or 4 years since I've been sick - including a cold. I was way overdue for this one. I thank the retail gods for the soft tissues. My nose is a little red but not horribly sore like I remember as a kid. You may miss the "good ol' days" but I bet you wouldn't trade the product improvement just to go back there.
My GBaby begged for days for me to make him some pumpkin bread - where does this kid come up with this stuff? He helped me get it all together and it turned out to be the very best recipe I've ever used. Way yummy. He carved himself a huge chunk and promptly headed to his room. I've tried to keep up with reminding him to return his dishes to the kitchen but I don't always remember. The following evening I was getting ready to go out to Christmas dinner with my DFIL and I was in GB's room putting on a pair of shoes and when I bent down to buckle the shoes I spotted this:
I had to laugh when I pulled it out:
He ate the center out of it and left the shell. I'm not sure why he slid it under the bed and pushed up to the head of the bed. Maybe he was thinking of saving it for later!?
I'm working on a new pattern and I will post pics of it once I get it posted and up for sale. I also have been making a couple sets of peppermint coasters for a few last-minute gifts. The pattern left out an important detail but I figured it out. I think these would be really cute in thread - smaller and ornament sized.
DD's father is heading back home today. I enjoy his visits but I'm always glad to get life back to normal. We had a great visit - him/I took GB to Austin Park & Pizza (dirty place but fun) and then to see the Zilker Christmas tree. GB was "plum wore out" by the time we poured him into bed that evening. He had an incredible time, as did we from watching him enjoy himself. Mr. Theatrical kept us entertained the entire time - he made sure we kept our eyes on him since he's always performing while riding the rides.
I have quite a busy week ahead of me. I have lunch plans for the next two days and on Thursday I will have GB, DN J, DS, and DH here at work with me in the p.m. The labs open up once a year for friends and family of the employees. I understand it is quite a lot of fun and they cater Amy's Ice Cream. I will do quite a lot of dares to get me some ice cream and since this is a freebie, I'm game. I wasn't that big of a fan of ice cream until I was married to first husband who loves it. It became an acquired addiction for me and one of my biggest downfalls. I've never had Amy's so this will be a treat.
The great wabbit hunter is home and adjusting to life as we know it. I'm so thankful to have him home. It is such a strange thing how I can't wait for the separation and then I can't wait for him to return.
Oh, just thought I'd let you know that the completion of the afghan worked the intended results and I'm outta the funk. Crochet is my best friend.
I have a cool story for you. DSeester was in a convenience store the other day and the lady behind the counter addressed the crowd wanting to know if anyone knows how to knit. Long story short, the lady calls me and I help her to where she can continue with her project. How cool is that? She was the sweetest lady wanting to finish sweaters for Christmas for her grandkids. This was so meant to be and I'm sure it helped my karma. This is probably what saved our lives Saturday night. Oh, I didn't tell you yet. DD's dad, GB and I are heading home from Zilker park with GB snoozing in the back seat. He has his belt on but not the safe, sitting up way - more like the "I have it on but I'm lying down sleeping." DD's dad is a pretty pokey, safe driver and I don't think he's ever been in a car accident. Also, I think I make him nervous and he goes out of his way to do everything right when he's around me. Anywho, we're traveling up the highway and I see Mr. Black Truck in the fast lane moving into our lane and going to knock off the entire front end of the vehicle in which we are riding. I told my "slowest car in the middle lane" driver to watch out which would have normal person easing off the gas and nailing the horn to alert Mr. Black Truck. Is this what transpires? Uh, no. He grabs the steering wheel and exaggeratedly (is this a word?) jerks it over to the right which runs us through the slow lane and into the grass along the highway. This scares him so he does this same motion in reverse which jerks us back onto the highway and into the slow lane. At this point, I scream, "STOP IT!!!" Screaming is a good thing and it helped ease the aching in my hands to reach up, encompass his neck into a ring and squeeze at an exaggerated effort to cut off his entire air supply. Although I don't have it on the list of my to-dos I am not afraid of dying. If we had been traveling at a little higher rate of speed we he would've had the car rolling. It causes me a little bit of anguish to imagine dying this way but I was way more concerned over the little guy snoozing in the back seat who has quite a gifted life ahead of him. Once the car resumed at a normal pace he says, "Wow! That guy was coming over." I only said one snide remark which was, "Uh yeah, and you hugely over-corrected TWICE." This was immediately followed by 10 minutes of silence. Get this - GB slept through the entire scare of my life. Aww, the bliss of childhood. To answer your question, I never brought it up to him because Mama raised me to believe that if you don't have anything nice to say, keep your yap shut.
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