I think I might be enjoying becoming a little old lady. Minus the sagging, of course. There is all kinds of sagging and I’m not fond of it.
A wedding + a play + lots of doctor’s appointments + starting my own business (more details later) + the month of December =
zero time for wrapping the gifts that arrived hours before Dadaw’s visit.
He quipped, “Well, it sounds silly for you to wrap them right now, so we can then immediately open them. Just leave them in the Amazon boxes.”
I looked at him with stunned shock. For about two milliseconds.
Slowly, I smiled and said, “Sounds great.” And then I exhaled.
After I realized that I hadn’t even bought Scotch tape yet to wrap presents, much less tape boxes shut, I laughed and grabbed the only tape we had: black Duck tape.
I’m more than a little concerned about myself. Looks like the slope is quite slippery for me. At the same time, it was pretty freeing.
I guess I’ll be wearing a muumuu by next Christmas.