Maybe it's mine, maybe it's Kleins, but some kids never grow up!
As I just now answered a terrific email on the article of mine published today in FineArtViews.com, "Operating a Hedge Clipper Without a License and Other Foolish Things" which includes a list of eight basic safety rules, I realized that my own household could benefit from having some of my safety rules memorized by certain family members, maybe tattooed on their bodies in an easy to read spot. And I'm not talking about my husband, Bill, this time.
It seems everyone at my end of the neighborhood is enjoying the gorgeous weather we're having down here in NC today, and getting a little bit giddy. It is the first official holiday half-day-school-day-off for my grandson, Nate, so I picked him up from school at noon and brought him home to hang with his Awesome Uncle Jake and Mike the Construction Assistant as they cover the front columns of my house with some stone.
Nate just dashed in here and grabbed his coat. He was extremely excited, and having so much fun with Uncle Jake! "Guess what, Nonnie," he said to me as he pulled his hood up over his head. "Staples don't hurt at all!"
I was like, "Are you kidding me? What about Rule #3?" I had to drop everything and run out to save him from my husband's son. (My son too, but those reckless genetics obviously come from Dad's side. You know, other than that nine months plus one week and a pretty quick delivery, I don't think I've had a whole lot else to do with it...)
Having demanded that Uncle Knucklehead follow Rule #3 without any exceptions (including the one that he promises not to shoot at Nate's face and the other that Nate likes it), I can now relax for a few minutes.
As I was going to tell you, this is also the first day of vacation for Bill and me. Christmas is coming, and we have hardly any presents bought, and the tree isn't even up yet. (Well, we did have four birthdays last month already...) On Christmas Eve, we are expecting our four youngest "children" home with one wife, one baby and two boyfriends. We have a lot to do before we can call ourselves ready.
Jake did get a few more tacky decorations ready for Bill yesterday. But now that will have to be tomorrow's post. As for today, I have to go check on the kids again. You can't trust 'em with a staple gun even when they're grown, I'm afraid.
But like I always say, it's never dull around here. Well, especially not today.
BE SAFE and you don't have to ever say you're sorry!
deber
(I always have to be the grown-up around here anymore.) Oh, and here's a picture of Nate for you. Bundled up and "protected" from staple guns and other hazardous construction tools. He's headed for the creek, now, bare feet and all. The crawdads await him, as we speak.
