Miser Family mug shot update

We've got some good-looking mugs here in the Miser Family household, where our lives are rich and full.   

Actually, we've got a bunch of well-loved favorite utensils and dishes.  D loves his spatula.   I-daughter can hang her spoon on her nose.  (I taught her that awesome skill!).   In my planner bag, I carry a spoon that used to cause daily arguments between me and my sisters -- we three girls shared three spoons, and we all fought over the "girl" (the one wearing a dress), and it didn't matter how many times my father told us, "they're all girls!  Girls wear overalls!".  We knew that, and then we started arguing over who would get the "girl" today anyway.  

A-child and her mom both have the same favorite spoon, one I gave them.  Kinda continuing a family tradition?  They both want to use it to eat breakfast, so I guess if they share it, it's a serial cereal spoon.  N-son is taking fake sips from a silver-plated mug with his initials on it that he got as an infant.  And this week, for the first time, my husband's sister is joining in the Family Fun Foto;  "I have just the thing!! I ️ my morning tea."

And what a cool collection of plates and mugs we have! Y makes beautiful food;  L2 found a mug whose handle has slots to hold a spoon; my guy loves his bicycle mug, L1 has a mug with a confused mug and also a "This is my Social Distance Mug!  Get back or get cracked".  And Amelia Dog loves any dish that contains food.  (Okay, me too!)

What else? Well, on a kind-of-related theme, N-son has had interviews and even paperwork-filling-out sessions with a nearby nursing home, where he might get his first real job, washing dishes.  I taught him that!  Yes!  Today N-son went to get his TB test read, to make sure he's got the health background sorted out before he heads in for work.  

And, further along in the realm of medical updates, my husband and I both had doc visits.  I got to visit my dermatologist who confirmed (a) I have all my skin, and (b) none of it has Danger Moles.  So, I get another year of living with my spots, knowing they're friendly.   Meanwhile, my guy had a visit from his physical therapist who gave him his new Torture Device.  This is a lovely contraption that he's supposed to wear three times a day, a half-hour at a time, to help him get back his flexibility and his extension.  If it doesn't work, he'll get to have another surgery to get the screws in his elbow loosened.  (Ooh, *I* have screwdrivers!! I can do it cheap!)

Although maybe I'm not quite as adept with screwdrivers as I'd like to think.  A year ago this week, I was taking a quick break from Fitness Blender with my sister when I accidentally locked myself in a bathroom and couldn't get out without having my sisters rescue me, which was hard for them because of all the laughing we were doing.  Maybe we would have done better if I'd had my spoon with me, y'know?

And that's the news from our family, which continues to be wealthy in our adventures.  May you and yours stay safe.