After promising myself that I’d post more, I proceeded to write two essays that I can’t publish here and then picked up a day job for several weeks (and NO – I can’t just write at night – that’s when Chris is around and he doesn’t like being ignored)…SO instead, here’s a short Facebook roundup for November. (What is this? All answers are HERE.)
November 1
11:15 a.m.
Halloween candy. It’s what’s for breakfast.
8:37 p.m.
Me: Hi Oliver! Do you want a little ice cream?
Oliver: No. I want a lot of ice cream.
He is so my son…
November 2
11:10 a.m.
Eleanor: You know what I want to do all day?
Me: What?
Eleanor: Kit Kats.
#HalloweenAftermath
November 6
1:16 p.m.
Walking around Target today, I got my first blast of holiday aisle fever. Though the season won’t be in full swing for me until I purchase yet another holiday CD I don’t need.
#StillInThe90sWhatsAPlayList? #ILoveTheSmellOfCinnamonStickInTheMorning
November 10
3:19 p.m.
The hubris of pre-ordering school portraits… He’s a Monchhichi! Note to self: no more summer buzz cuts after July 1…
November 11
12:54 p.m.
Question: Where was Alice BEFORE she heard me coming up the stairs?
November 15
10:21 a.m.
Three months after our Outer Banks vacation, I’ve come to the alarming realization that the hermit crabs may never die…
November 17
8:12 p.m.
Worked on a spelling list with George tonight. He had to use each word in a sentence – so first, we discussed what each word meant. “Blemish” was confusing for him. I finally explained that one definition for blemish is “pimple.” Here is the sentence he wrote:
“Mom has a blemish on her face.”
Can’t wait for his memoir…
November 20
9:31 a.m.
Dear Gray Hair,
Not yet.
Sincerely,
The Woman with Really Good Tweezers
November 22
7:04 p.m.
“Pretend fire right? Not real fire…”
A legitimate clarification in my house.
November 26
2:44 p.m.
So I just got in my car (which I must have left unlocked – shame on me!) after a quick grocery store run and found a King “NJOY” premium electronic cigarette on my seat. Looks like someone has a secret admirer…
8:10 p.m.
Oliver’s OT sent me the best e-mail last week about his practice writing. She said, “we were talking about Thanksgiving and I asked him if he would like to make a turkey or write about his Thanksgiving, he chose write and what you see is my writing at the top which is 100% his words with me scribing.” Writing may not come easily to him but I value his kind heart more than good penmanship. I love my little cheese eater! Happy Thanksgiving!
November 29
6:21 p.m.
And just when I thought my dork factor couldn’t get any higher… At the advanced age of 42, I discovered that I like puzzles.
And now onto my most favorite of commercial seasons…bring on the Christmas!