Monday, January 28, 2013
The thing that I do that drives her the craziest is playing (or trying to play) with the threads she binds her books with, while she's binding said books. She becomes bitchy and bossy, she chides me, she physically lifts me off her worktable and places me on the floor just so I can jump back up on the table again.
So last night she was binding a book with, would you believe it, eight needles and eight separate threads. Wow, that was sheer heaven to me. I was beside myself, I just couldn't NOT attack those threads. Mom was not a happy camper.
The plan part of this is that afterwards mom feels so guilty for raising her voice at me that she is even more lovey dovey than usual, and spends the rest of the evening apologizing to me. Hah! I should be apologizing to her!
I can be a devil when I want to be -- I'm that sure of mom's forever love and unconditional acceptance of me. So I try not to be, any more than necessary to keep mom on her toes!
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Happy January everybody! I've been cruising into the new year feeling playful and happy. What could possibly go wrong in a "13" year? It's a lucky number and we've got all our respective fingers and toes crossed for good things to come.
Hope your new year is off to a good start, and hope the year blossoms into a good one for all of us.