Man, not wasting time! I can’t wait to see your and Debby’s places ready to move in to!
Fruitcake? Um, that would be a”no”. The only good thing I can say about any fruitcake is that since my list of stuff I should be eating doesn’t include it, I don’t have to eat it. I’d rather sit down and eat an entire Hershey Bar than fruitcake!
Had a little birthday celebration for Katie here. Can’t believe my little Bug is 13 now. We ordered her cake and then picked it up on our way home from my doctor’s appointment. We didn’t notice that it said, “Happy Britday Katie” on it until we were getting ready to serve it. Was going to take a take a picture of it, but while Jenny and I were getting out plates and such, Kendra smeared the letters in that and Katie’s name all to hades trying to get them off. Man, I dunno where the time has gone - Evan turned 13 in Aprill and now Katie is 13.
According to Dr. Caldwell, I’m exhausted. Well, DUH! Ken told him what I’d said about me feeling this was my last Christmas. Caldwell said, “Not on my watch.” and ordered an antidepressant, blood work, an MRI on my aching back, and recommended trips to my pulmonologist, cardiologist, and cardio-vascular surgeon. Ken had already made those appointments when he made the one with Dr. Caldwell. So one little remark has turned into a three-ring circus. I gotta learn to keep my mouth shut.
Tomorrow (oh, I guess that’s actually later today) I have an appointment for a haircut. I’m going to go super short again, and might even have a fun color put in. Thinking pink, but not sure yet. Still no eyelashes to support extensions so won’t be doing that - might as well do something else. I keep thinking that as of the 29th, I will have outlived my Ma by 10 whole years. She died on December 19th, 1991, a month after her 58th birthday. I’ll be 68 on my next birthday.
Someday I’ll tell you guys the story of how Katie ended up with “LaVonne” as her middle name. She never even met Ma, but she’s always asking for stories about her, like the broom story and the Charlie Brown Tree story. She and Evan can tell that one almost as well as I can. If Ma was still around, you can bet she’d have gone with a drastic haircut and a little wild color to perk herself back up. So maybe I’ll do it for her. Maybe I’ll even put on my wild fuzzy jammie bottoms, wear a tight crop top that shows my bellies - all of them - and become a Walmart Lady.