So, I have to tell you
Sometimes I remember why I stay married to the boy.
Christmas Eve and Christmas day are sterling examples.
After all the to do, I went to bed. Literally. For hours.
The boy dug out the water line in the freezing rain. He made the kids decorate the house. He cleaned. He refused to let Christmas die. Not only that? He was weirdly thoughtful in my Christmas gifts - I got the boots and the book I asked for (stunning lace-up brown leather boots and Stephen King's new hardback), plus a romance novel for bedtime reading, a huge stuffed bear to remind me never to grow up, a belly ring with cherries (which he said was to remind me of my wild side), a flip-flop bookmark, and a lovely garnet ring.
Then my angel baby made me a morning glory desk fairy. Look and see.
posted by Auntie Pooh @ 6:49 PM
3 Comments:
At 8:04 PM,
Moma Sue said…
I love the DOll and also the fact that we both have Angel Babys'. Got thru Xmas nad now for the rest of my days. Hour by Hour. I really wish I could sleep for days on end and not be the responsible person. Maybe I can train one of the dogs....HMMM worth s try.
At 8:33 PM,
Jean said…
I love the fairy! And how cool is it that the boy made Christmas happen? You are loved. :)
At 11:28 PM,
Autie Pooh's Amazonbaby said…
I, the AB, am the one who gave you the flip flop bookmark. And father did not make us put up the decorations, we did that our selves. I'm glad we saved your x-mas. LUV U!
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