my evening of quiet and one child-ishness??...
a nice quiet morning, just me and my youngest child...exercising (while she cried), listening to our playlist of music, paying bills, balancing checkbooks...and this
oh, the joy of destroying mom's piles of scrappin' mags...I'm picking my battles. and this isn't on of them today. I do have a few though.
off to destroy the next pile of rubbish...o the work of a whirling dervish just never ends.
Good Saturday Morning to you. It's still raining, spitting, brewing some snow out there...so here I will safely sit, until my parents call to have me get the chitlins.
On the schedule for this day...mellow yellow...and I love it.
David is working, the kids are at parental units, Molly and I are heading out to run errands and retrieve said kids...then, I'm heading up to the hood...my tender-hearted hubby has taken it upon himself to bestow upon me a lovely little piece of jewelry for our 15th anniversary. now, isn't that the cat's meow? He came up with this idea on his own. while he wanted to try to keep it mum, he can't..he's too too practical.
not the clearest picture of this ring...it's quite pretty in person. One gem for each five years of holy matrimony. awwww.
he wants me to check out some more. He knows a pawn guy from one of his jobs...went to check out some...got a great deal on this blue diamond with two white diamonds on either side...it's quite lovely, we may keep it either way...so that's where I'm heading today...it's so strange to see a different piece of jewelry on my hand, my arthritic lookin' hand, at that. I can't believe how much my hands are starting to look like my grandma's. the ring is very delicate and feminine...so unlike me. it's almost too big for my wedding ring finger, which is grotesquely small in comparison to the rest of my hand and on my right hand ring finger, it won't even consider going past my blasted knuckle. weird hands.
you can kinda see how it's set up high...I be likin' that. looks like I chopped my fingers off at the knuckles. when actually, I'm gearing up to punch you in the face. you know I'm joking, right? it's just how it looks.