No Mother-in-Law Jokes HERE…
…well, at least until I become a MIL, he he.
Got an email from Grandma Ruthie this morning, telling me to watch for a package today. Yippee! Packages from Florida are always cause for some excitement ’round here. Well, I left to pick up Thing One from school, when what to my wondering eyes did appear, but a box labelled FRAGILE which, of course, had been tossed over the back fence. Lovely. Picked it up. Shook it gently…nothing rattly or broken-sounding, so I set it down till later.
After the usual Friday afternoon post-school ice cream, I opened it immediately.

Looks promising…there appear to be clothes in that bag.

Oh, yeah, this is a HAPPY package! One sweater set, two tops, and two pairs of pants, including:

Incredibly soft dress-like-a-grown-up-and-go-out-with-Hubby sweater. (Color is a much truer red than shows here.)
Stylish casual Mommy clothes. (Oh, I can hear Vinny now: Yes, Erica, we know your mother-in-law dresses you…
)
Cute seasonal candles.

Beautiful ceramic pumpkin! Hmmm….Maybe I can get Hubby to bring down my fall garland and swag from the attic. This would go so nicely with them.
THANKS, GRANDMA!
I guess this means the birthday has begun, folks, with seven days left before the actual day. Cool. Well, I may end up being 42 and feelin’ blue, but at least I’ll look good. After all, we all know it is better to look good than to feel good. (Quick! Gimme the reference!) Perhaps I ought to lay off the Margaret Atwood until after my birthday (see sidebar). That might help my mood. Oh…and getting more than four hours of sleep at night. Yeah. That would help, too.
















