My brother brought in two small cardboard boxes last night when he came to pick up Cullen – one for me and one for my husband. I opened the box and removed the bubble wrap to find a white mug with black lettering on it that says, “World’s Most Awesome Aunt – ‘It’s true, we checked!'” I thanked my brother and he said with a smile, “That’s from Cullen.” So I played with Cullen a bit and thanked him for the mug, haha. Made my day! I hadn’t been feeling well at all yesterday (didn’t even climb), so it was a real boost. I’m having some coffee in my new mug this morning, and it’s the best tasting coffee ever! I’m feeling more ill today than I was yesterday, so the mug helps! Illness. That’s what I get for going to the clinic for a check-up…
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.