I really didn’t want to be one of those people sharing all the romance and flowers and love notes and gifts that are Valentine’s Day. I really didn’t. My darling husband and I are basically old married people…he looks like a grumpy Get Off My Lawn old man and every waking and most sleeping hours I am now painfully aware of my swollen, achy, arthritic joints…so we basically made no plans for Valentine’s Day. It’s for the young ones we agreed.
Still my darling husband DID buy new dishes the week before. Understand that we have had the same dishes since we were potty training adult members of this circus act. We now have dinnerware for GROWN UPS; dinnerware that I noticed one time months prior as really good looking dinnerware. Y’all can have your flowers and cards and box of chocolates and wine…okay, I would like the wine too…but my darling husband and I don’t need One Day to express our love. We have every day together and five children and two grandchildren and brand new dishes. So, for Valentine’s Day, which was Tuesday, I worked so that the young ones could have the night off…and go out to dinner on a Tuesday. My darling husband and I have the weekend off when our favorite restaurant won’t be crowded at all. Oh, and we have new dishes too!
Love is in the air here under The Big Top!
Coming home, early Tuesday morning, the last thing I expected was this.
Sometimes, I think about the day we met. I think about how I was in the right place at the right time to see your face, and how you smiled a smile that told me you were someone amazing. Ever since the day we met, you’ve made me realize that true love has perfect timing.
New dishes, beautiful flowers and the best love note ever! There is a very good reason why I call him my darling husband.
I love him too, to the moon and back.
Of course I shared these beautiful flowers all over social media, as young lovers, old married people and all those other people do on Valentine’s Day.
On New Year’s Eve, Christmas left The Big Top; and it packed up and left very quickly thanks to the help from my darling husband and my favorite son. Nothing more motivating than the idea of kicking 2016 to the curb and getting our New Year’s Party on I guess.
Happy New Year Bitches!
Yeah, she hated us for a moment there.
And so onward because with holidays over and one more week of Winter Break before back to school it was time for a little fun. Block out a week off from work. Have that What do you want to do…I don’t know what do you want to do conversation. Make some plans thinking this week is going to be fun.
You will wake up like this. Guaranteed! At least I am still a majestic unicorn. A sick majestic unicorn who can barely get out of bed and squeak I’m sorry son as he brings you tea and cup of noodles.
He really is my favorite son!
And come Friday, just as you are starting to feel a little bit better, except for the coughing up a lung, you learn that atmospheric river is an actual thing. A real thing that has people in Northern Cali who actually remember the 1997 New Year storm and flooding in the Central Valley to stock up some supplies, clear the gutters, maybe get some sand bags, have the candles ready, charge all the tech devices and hunker down
Probably a very good idea since I am still coughing up a lung and a little bit…okay, a lot of snot! And with the NFL Wildcard Games and the Golden Globes on this weekend, well, I’m sorry son. Spring Break will be here soon.
We’re not best friends, she and I. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate her. Actually I love her. I love her a lot; even if she is the one who competes with me for my darling husband’s attention. She might be the one with the good hair, but I still have opposable thumbs…and where he sleeps is where I sleep.
No, we’re not the best of friends. But we do love the same man. Right now she is very sick (about 4 figures above pet insurance coverage sick) and my darling husband is very upset about this…which means that I am pretty upset too.
My darling husband copes right now looking at pictures of his beautiful brown-eyed girl and creating a gofundme page for her. And because I do love Betty with the good hair too, even if I am the other woman in her eyes, I am sharing it.
Dear friends and lovers of the furry beasts out there, thank you.
With the New Big Top means new adventures in holiday decorating because that is a thing. Of course the planning literally begins when viewing potential properties last Spring…imagining where to put up the big tree and what Griswold-crazy my darling husband will wrought. We both admitted that to one another this weekend as we started to slowly pull out The Big Top Christmas Crazy.
New Big Top, new adventures in holiday decorating, excuse us while we take our time because we have the time.
Except for Daniel because Daniel insists that the big tree can not have just lights. That is just wrong.
Holidays are about experiences and people, and tuning into what you feel like doing at the moment. Enjoy not having to look at your watch.
~ Evelyn Glennie
…or looking at your smart phone.
Goals! I have goals this holiday season.
Currently holding my mug of coffee.
There’s a chill in the air, outside and inside. So, for the first time, the furnace is turned on here under the new Big Top.
It’s finally feeling like Fall y’all and today I will give thanks:
for cozy flannel pajama pants
hot mugs of coffee
the cozy afghan Zoë crocheted for me last Christmas
for hot flashes that might be a little bit more welcome right now
and for my darling husband being able to troubleshoot and repair the furnace because when we turned it on at first it would not turn on.
A very good thing to be thankful for because the friendly neighborhood HVAC guy couldn’t fit us in until Friday or Saturday. I guess most everyone else in our neck of the woods is turning on their heat for the first time and also, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Some retail workers, police, fire and nurses (like me) might be working but HVAC guys are not…the more you know.