The Bigger They Get…

We gathered our insurance cards, auto titles, two pieces of mail, etc., got in the car and headed to the DMV to get our new licenses and register our cars.  Halfway there, I turned to Yes,Dear and said:

Hmmm.  Don’t you think it might have been a good idea to bring both cars?

Yes,Dear:  Doh.

Me:  What a couple of knuckleheads.

Yes,Dear: And we call the dog stupid…

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Son One finally got two days off in a row and will be visiting next weekend! Yay!

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Daughter and I had a nice time at the Philadelphia Flower Show last week despite the show lacking a certain something-or-other this year that we couldn’t quite put our fingers on.  There was some interesting statuary, though.

She was such a lovely girl…too bad about those crossed eyes.

I thought the bride was crossing her fingers behind her back, but the woman standing next to me thought she was scratching her butt.  Either way, eww.

And just in case we forgot where we were…

But the flowers were spectacular!

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Son Two and a friend stopped by for dinner last night.  It was great to see him, even if he did receive another citation for defiant trespass earlier in the day.  Being the mother of an urban explorer there is just no end to the worry, people.  This boy needs to find a new hobby.

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Finally, GREAT NEWS!  The TWINS ARE BUDDING!  No, I don’t have human twins approaching puberty.  I have twin lilac bushes that were purchased when we lived in New Hampshire 21 years ago.  When we moved from NH to North Carolina a year later, we dug them up and put them on the moving van.  When the movers opened the van at our new home, the twins had bloomed on the truck.  Later that same year, we moved back to PA and brought them with us again.  They lived and grew in our yard there for nearly two years before being moved again to the house we just left.  Now, after spending the last 17 years in one spot, they are so massive we had to hire professionals to dig them up.

It wasn’t cheap. Yes,Dear wasn’t happy.  The landscaper was happy because it filled his pockets during a slow season in a bad year, but I did see him cast a sympathetic glance toward Yes,Dear, who I’m sure rolled his eyes behind my back.

Oh, well.

Needless to say, If the twins had died this time Yes,Dear would have been REALLY REALLY pissed and I would have been REALLY, REALLY sad.  But THEY HAVE BUDS ON THEM, so he is not as unhappy and I am wildly happy.  And a little smug.

The twins are the only two plants other than grass in our sparse new yard right now, but not for long.  I’ve already got a garden plan forming somewhere deep in the recesses of my brain.  Please don’t tell Yes,Dear.  He hates it when I think because it usually means work for him.  So we’ll keep him in the dark a little longer.  Okay?

I’ve always wondered what Heaven is like and now I know.  To those of you who know me, the fact that I LOOOOOOVE chocolate comes as no surprise.  It is my boyfriend, my one true love really.  Fortunately, Yes,Dear has accepted this and moved on.  Apparently a lot of you feel the same way about chocolate because I still get a lot of hits on an old post in which I talk about George Clooney wearing chocolate pants.

Anyway, yesterday I met Ruth.  She is lovely and sweet and has an adorable husband and a dog, Theo, who is really quite something.  I understand she has children too, but I didn’t meet them.  She had probably hidden them in the attic or somewhere because some strange chocolate-stalking blogger was OH MY GAWD AT THE DOOR and one never knows what THAT could lead to.

Ruth has started a new business in which she makes AMAZING CONFECTIONS and sells them to people who like to eat them.

Well, Bossy recently posted a photo of Ruth’s Mousse Cake.

Naturally, I had to have one.  So Ruth, sweetheart that she is, on way-to-short-notice this week (thank you!) made me one.  Visually, it is a work of art.  Or it was until I cut into it last night and SAVORED it.  This cake is SO good that even Yes,Dear, who claims not to give much of a hoot about chocolate unless it’s wrapped around peanut butter as in a Reese’s Cup, was making obscene-phone-call-type noises while eating it and then, licking the remains out of his mustache, said, “oh, my GOD, is this stuff even LEGAL?”

I kid you not.

I have decided that Heaven is living inside one of Ruth’s Mousse Cakes and having to spend eternity eating your way out.

And Ruth?  You’d better hide the kids again when I come back for more because I swear I’ll kidnap them and ransom them for a lifetime supply…