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It’s me.  I’m not here.  Well, I mean, I’m not home.  Or at work.  I’m in Phoenix (and have been since last week) soaking up some delightfully warm and sunny weather and chasing a handful of nieces and nephews around.  It’s fabulous.

Thursday:  Thanksgiving dinner was amazing, and the nap afterwards on the hammock next to the pool was heaven.  Kudos to Kotfu (that would be my oldest brother) for manning the turkey, pie, stuffing, cranberries, the works.

Black Friday: …yeah, I skipped it completely.  I slept in…well, I slept until the three kidlets woke me up with their “whispering”.

Young Squire (age 3): “Do you think she’s awake yet?”
Beebo (age 6): “Well, she has crazy hair like dad does when he wakes up, so, yeah.  Probably”
Young Squire: “Okay, let’s pounce on her!”

[Commence pouncing...it was awesome.]  I spent the rest of the day riding bikes and hanging out at the park.  Best Black Friday ever.

Let’s talk about nieces and nephews for a minute, okay?  Bless their hearts, they are honest folk.  Yesterday morning before I put on make-up Young Squire told me that my face looked all funny.  In fact, he suggested that I was seriously, critically ill, looked like death.

Goodness, I had no idea a 3-year old man-child would have such opinions on mascara.

My niece, Beebo, was watching me put on make-up and asked why I had to put lotion on my face (Answer: a) to prevent crows feet, b) because I was in Arizona, c) to reduce the likelihood that my makeup will run).  I told her that her skin was perfect but that mine needed a little help.  Her response?  “That’s because you’re old, huh.”

Well…yes.  But you don’t have to bring it up.  Sigh.

And there really are no words for the following exchange that came completely out of the blue. May I remind you that she is six and spends most of her time bossing around her younger brothers and playing in the sandbox. She’s not the type that would be watching Princess Diana’s wedding on a constant TiVo loop.

Beebo:  Heidi, when are you getting married.
heidikins: Um, I don’t know.
Beebo:  Well, do you know who you’re going to marry?
heidikins: um, no.
Beebo:  [rolling eyes...seriously] Do you even know who you WANT to marry then?!?
heidikins:  not so much…
Beebo: [clearly exasperated] You really don’t know anything, do you.
heidikins: hey!

I really had nothing else to say. And I’m afraid this is not the end of this discussion…she has issued several additional verbal lashings on my state of singlehood. Sigh.