Ack!

Three weeks from today, my baby girl, A, AKA Baker Extraordinaire, will be 19. Then another 3 weeks after that my darling son, T, AKA That Boy, will be 18. So essentially 6 weeks from today, I will be the mother of two adult children. Even if at this moment, they both still live at home, and T won't graduate from high school until June.

When A turned 18, she got tattooed, and even though T already has one, he's planning another tattoo on his 18th. It'll be his first one here in Washington (he got his first in Maryland while visiting his father in July ~ he, A, and their dad all have matching ones). I'm thinking about getting another tattoo myself to mark the occasion of my youngest child becoming an adult. I have a couple of designs in mind, particularly the one I intend to get when I reach my Weight Watchers goal weight, but I think for the baby turning 18, I may have to rack my brain and think of something completely new.

I'm so glad to be back to reading fiction again. My TBR finally has some action going on, and I feel like myself again. And when I'm feeling like myself, I'm reading a lot. During the all nonfiction month experiment, I only read 4-1/2 books in 20 days, which is way slower than my normal pace, which would have been 10-15, and I felt out of sorts. Almost incomplete. And definitely not as cheerful as I'd like to be. I may be a bitch (OK, there's really not a may, I'm pretty much a bitch), but I'm cheery about it most of the time. Reading fiction is a nice escape from the grind and absolute misery that's happening in the world, and I don't think a little escape is a bad thing.

CURRENTLY READING: Must Love Dragons by Stephanie Rowe. A real hoot, and a sequel to Date Me Baby, One More Time which was also lots of fun.