Miser Family Update: O-O-O edition

The bolt we de-bolted.  Vise grips for the win.

Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Mom household.

This week has been sort of an O-O-O week -- fortunately, not mostly in an uh-oh! way (although discovering at my dentist appointment that two of my 25-year-old fillings have cracked qualifies as a kind of uh-oh moment, and J-son has given us one or two reasons to keep closer eyes on him this week -- ugh).

No, it's largely been an O-O-O week in a getting around/coming full circle kind of way, or a ho-ho-ho way, or even maybe the letter-O way.  Random example of O:  early in the week, I had N-son whip me up a dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches . . . made with two-day-old cake donuts.   The dinner was better than it sounds! 

Another O-adventure (oddventure?) was that I got to help I-daughter remove the old toilet seat (O-shaped, of course) whose bolts had rusted/congealed into place.  I sure am glad to own some vise grips!

Mid-week, our family had a rare evening at a restaurant.  We went to a diner to celebrate the occasion of the 49th anniversary of my husband getting his driver's license.  That's a "getting around" piece of our O-week.

In the coming-full-circle theme, though, my husband has been contemplating and revisiting his Jewish heritage.  He's had a visit with a rabbi this week, and went to Shabbat services and a Torah study.  He even made latkes for dinner last night.  Neither of us is sure yet where this is likely to take him (although when he brought up the idea of moving to Israel, I did caution him that he wouldn't be taking his wife with him).

I don't think this is a very respectful attitude
toward the mother who removes your toilet seat,
do you?

The ho-ho-ho part of the week includes more advent activities . . . although I dropped the ball (so to speak) on a bunch of them.  I wimped out on making homemade eggnog, and I didn't write to our sponsored children, and we didn't have a candlelight dinner on the solstice.  But I did make marzipan and gingerbread, and the presents are wrapped, and we're gearing up for a Christmas photo.  It's just around the corner now!  Whoop!






N-son, much to his delight, got his state-issued ID this week.  Like half of my grown children, he doesn't have his driver's license (so what ever will he celebrate 49 years from now with his kids??), but he's very glad to be officially recognized as an adult by the administrative powers-that-be.

And finally, speaking of coming around, my oldest step-daughter showed up for the holidays with her husband and three dogs.  That was exciting and energetic, for sure!

It's really hard to get four dogs who don't know each other
to pose for a photograph . . . 

And that's the news from the Miser Household, which continues to be prosperous in adventures.  May you and yours be similarly wealthy.

. . . but a good dog trainer and a lot of patience finally work.
Merry Christmas!