I had been planning a post to show LittleBit’s left hand, with a spectacular ring she would be getting later this month; the stone was princess-cut [square] and ballparked [set on point]. And the title would have been “Princess, Ballparked”. Unfortunately, HerBoy was still maintaining contact with the previous fiancée, and last night he broke up with LittleBit via text-message.
I’ll wait for all y’all to stop spluttering indignantly at the lack of class which *that* demonstrated.
She had a little meltdown last Tuesday night, out of the blue as far as I was concerned, but she was obviously picking up things spiritually that have since been confirmed.
Since I am not the Queen of Photoshop, you will all just have to imagine that last sweet photo of the two of them with a big red NOT circle superimposed upon his face. This also explains Fourthborn’s Fiancé’s reservations about HerBoy [“something about that boy I don't like, that I can't put my finger on”] when we spoke the other night and I got to meet the Grandpuppy.
She [LittleBit, not the Grandpuppy] hung out with friends last night, including a boy she works with. I had to play that twice and get up and dance. And then I looked at the time on my computer monitor and couldn’t remember her coming home, so I called and reminded her that it was much too late to be out on a school night.
I guess that means the evening was a success, at least in terms of hanging-out-ness. If not in terms of cranky-mommy-ness.
OK, on to something fun. This is a recent post by Fourthborn, our tribe’s future fashion designer. [She was still planning and hoping to attend the Art Institute, the last that I heard]. I love how she found a face that expresses my spirit, if not a shape that mirrors my body. And I love all that red! I commented on her blog and asked permission to link. But since she is the queen of “forgiveness is easier than permission”, I’ll take a page from her own book.
Yes, I had another of my Forever Naps yesterday after church, and I am now officially sleepy again. Good thing, because my alarm is going off in four and a half hours.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!