only two days left

Two days left of being 34. Once I hit 35, something happens. I become what is, in my mind, an official adult.

Not sure I'm ready for that.

I know I say this with every year that passes, but 35 just seems so old. I mean, really, it's the oldest I've ever been.

heh.

S.'s parents are staying with us for a week-long visit. All 3 dogs are a bit out of sorts because they're not allowed in our bedroom. S. and the parents are down in Springfield today visiting Lincoln-related tourism stuff. I gave them trouble about my having to work while they're off playing, but really it's good because I've never been very patient in museums. Surely a class thing.

Here's a funny for you on a windy windy Thursday afternoon:

When we were making the beds for S.'s parents (we sleep in two twin-size beds pushed together to make a king), I said something about the bedskirt on my bed having a tear in it.

Me: Does your bedskirt have a tear?

He: Mine's a kilt.