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I LOVE PRESENTS

Is this the funnest?  Look what my Blonde-Bomb Shell friend, Bonnie, gave me:

12 Canvas Bags that say this:

We went out to dinner tonight after I had a great day.  When’s the last time you heard me say that?  Headache null after 11 am, walked a mile outside up and down my street, grocery shopped, went to the doctor for my annual scraping (don’t ask).  Well done day.

But after going out with the Bombshell, I realized I have been in a funk of all funks.  I had decided I am 52 and can no longer dress as if I’m 42.  Or 32.  I love wearing heels but my arthritic toe (which is surgically repairable with a simple artificial joint replacement) prevents me from wearing them like I used to.  I now have to wear “Not Your Daughter’s Jeans” to hold in my Betty Big Belly (which is actually a Betty Bundt Cake Belly ).  When Bomb Shell opened her door to me tonight I immediately felt like a Little League Mom, from 20+ years ago.  Yuck.

Plus, I fessed up to her that I had worn the same jeans on Saturday at a lunch meeting and wore said jeans backwards.  Yes, backwards.  It was the day after a migraine that I thought was literally going to be the ultimate death of me, so I was logy.  But jeez, that’s pretty damned bad.  The jeans, in my defense, are “jeggings”, which means stretchy jeans that are peg legged.  They have a nonfunctional fly on the front, front pockets and back pockets.  But I had them on bloody backwards.  O -M-G.  I wore a fly in the back on my ass.  What is wrong with me?  It’s those broken, shrunken dendrites.

So I decided to NOT throw in the towel yet.  There has to be some way I can still look hip without looking like I’m trying to look young and not looking like a Little League Mom from Leave it to Beaver days.  I will find it.  I just hope I can hide what I need to hide and limp through my arthritic bones without looking like I’m not limping.

PS:  You’re all getting one of these for your birthday.

Love,

Little Miss Sunshine

GIFT FADS

This week’s issue of Time Magazine has a small pictorial article about the fads of each Christmas must haves since 1983.   That year was the Cabbage Patch Kids doll.  I remember watching the mania on the news with people trying to procure theirs for their kid.  U.G.L.Y.  Never understood the hubbub about them.

1986 it was Teddy Ruxpin.  I joined the bandwagon, decided I should get one for my “oh so brilliant” kid.  Got one.  The dumb bear whose mouth moved along with a cassette tape jammed in its back that kept getting jammed scared the crap out of my kid.  It sat buried at the foot of his bed under other much ignored stuffed animals.  C.R.E.E.P.Y.

1989, 1990 – Lawyerboy received them both at different times during the years when he got older.

1994 – Beanie Babies.  Sciencegirl was eight years old.  I would get her one when I saw one, but never ran out to get one or made calls about when shipments were coming in.  They are sitting in a dark, dank box in the basement right now.  Want one?

1998 – Furby.  Neither kid wanted one.  I was perplexed when I first saw one.  Why?  What for? That’s it?

2001 – Bratz Dolls.  Sciencegirl had no interest, but my friend’s daughter in England did.  I gladly bought her one and sent it along.

2002 – iPod.  I got one for Christmas a few years ago.  In other words, a lot later than 2002.  In fact, I just got an email from Apple saying they have new batteries or something for them.  I don’t know where mine is.

Jump up to 2008 and the Snuggie.  Love the Snuggies, but they can’t be a knock-off.

2011 – Angry Birds.  What are they?  I don’t get it.  Apparently I can play with them on my iPhone.

Love, Little Miss Sunshine