Yesterday I received this photo from a bundled up Hot Wheelz as he readied a his downhill run. Life can’t get much better than that.
Or can it?
On the way home last night I stopped by the GAP’s to visit the grand kids. The Mouse, who will be one year old in a week, pushed his mom away and held out his arms to me. Then he cried when I left. Snow capped majestic peaks are small bananas compared with that.
I came home to a bowl of flan in the refrigerator. In fact it gets better. The Reporter only ate one bowl and left three for me. I love flan and the Reporter. Who the most? Depends on the day.
Coco came over and visited. Okay, she came over to do her laundry, but she said “Hi” as she passed me in the hall.
With all the recent reports of blizzards around the central states and east coast, I called Cheezy, who also resides in Utah. “I’ve been praying for cold weather for you,” I said. “How am I doing?” His answer can’t be printed in a G-rated blog. Payback. Just another day of motherhood retribution. End to a perfect day.
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“I came home to a bowl of flan in the refrigerator. In fact it gets better. The Reporter only ate one bowl and left three for me. I love flan and the Reporter. Who the most? Depends on the day.”
In answer to your question . . . “It probably depends on how many bowls you have in the fridge at the time you are asked.”
What an awesome day. Wish I could have one like that!
This was a really cute one, Penny.