Yes!

(That's in answer to Fritz Schranck's inquiry in the comments below.)

As we say around here, I don't care what you call me as long as you don't call me late for dinner.

In answer to various inquiries about the celebration of my nativity, yes, it was very nice, but given how harried we are, the idea of a romantical outing is one that will have to stay on the action item list a while longer, as well as the pony rides and the moon walk and the pinata and the games and the party favors and having all my little friends over.

I had also discounted the possibility of flaming sweets, too, but was pleasantly surprised yesterday to see that Reba's mom had baked an apple pie while Jonathan was over there, so in a fit of creative improvisation, Reba decorated it with three candles and it became my birthday pie. Mmmm...Pie! The kids sang Happy Birthday several times with lusty abandon and I blew out each and every candle, all by myself! Thank you!

Reba kept Boy and Tiny Terror home last night from church, so the older two girls and I went on by ourselves. We had not gone half a mile when Rebecca asked, "Daddy, I know you want peace and quiet--which you won't get--but what else would you like? Would you like...a shirt?"

"No, sugar--I don't really need any shirts right now."

"Some...socks?"

"No, don't need socks either."

"Some...pants?"

"No, don't need any pants."

"Hmm--Mama said you didn't need any of that stuff but I was going to ask anyway. Some shoes? You know, you tried to find some the other day and couldn't."

"Nah--well, yeah, I do still need to find some shoes."

"Okay!!"

"D'you think y'all could work in some peace and quiet, too, just so you're poor ol' daddy can hear himself think every so often?"

"Okay!!"

So far, they all have managed to stay relatively peaceful and quietful (then again, they were asleep for about eight hours in there...), so I don't know if I want to press my luck by going for the shoe add-on.

Anyway, today will be another one of those in which Real Life™ intrudes--got to get my paying work knocked out this morning so I can leave and go meet the refrigerator repair guy. Yep--even with my expert care and service of a few weeks back, the silly thing is still not working right, so I have to go let Mr. Appliance into the house sometime between noon and eternity. (You think the cable people are bad...)

SO, once again in what is becoming a very bad habit, the free possum fritters are going to be 27% smaller again today. Check back in tomorrow, though, and maybe things will have calmed down enough so that I can come out and play.
posted by Terry at 8:47:00 AM