Sunday Morning Chats

Early Sunday mornings have to be my favorite part of the week. Usually these mornings are spent alone, with my feet up, fuzzy slippers, warm pj's, sipping homemade hot chocolate, warm glowing fire crackling in the fireplace....what? Er, um, okay, so I don't have a fireplace, my feet are not up they are on the floor because I'm still cleaning house, my pj's are VERY OLD and this would be a hint to my kids that I want PJ's for Christmas, I do have fuzzy slippers, but I have no idea where they are, and the hot chocolate could be possible if I had remembered to buy milk at the grocery yesterday.

Standing looking out at the beautiful sunrise this morning thinking how pretty the fall colors are this cute little button nosed girl walks up (because she would not spend the night at the grandparents, I think she wanted Tim and I all to herself) and interrupts my thoughts.

History: For those of you who missed out on the girls first 10 years of life...Taylor has ALWAYS shopped not online but on TV. We were forever talking her out of AS SEEN ON TV products. It started out with the steam iron, then on to that rotisserie thing, the magic water balloon maker, FLOAM (yes it started out on TV), air paint markers, on and on it goes.

Present day:

T: Are you watching channel 13?

ME: No, I'm watching Good Morning America Weekend.

T: Oh, because if you were watching 13 you could get this thing that is better than a microwave. You can make sandwiches, pizza, cook eggs, all kinds of stuff.

ME: Oh, wow, what was it?

T: Oh, man, I forgot to write it down. I could have gotten that number and ordered it for your birthday or Christmas. Man, I wish I had gotten that number. It was better than a microwave. Dang.

Me: How would you pay for it?

T: With your or Tim's debit card. Its always got money on it.

Me: Really? Someone forgot to tell me about all this money.

(She could never remember exactly what the product was when she was younger, she did sit in front of the TV, with pen and paper just in case she saw something she wanted and would write the number down, she was so funny)

Memory: I found an envelope in the "to be mailed" pile at the Funeral Home (where I work). The return address was mine, written in kid handwriting. The mailing address was LENOX. The girls had filled out one of those "junk" mail thingy's for a really pretty Lenox necklaces. In it was a letter they had written (Mary Margaret wrote it) asking if they could pay weekly with their $2 a week allowance. They both signed it.

I need tissue.

Enjoy your Sunday.