Rules? We don’t need no stinkin’ rules

Well, at least the Twinz of Terror have never exactly followed rules. There was the time that a nun confiscated one of the GG’s possessions and he subsequently scouted out the school the next morning, evaded the janitor, and recovered his possession. I am probably not telling this story accurately. He can certainly correct it *if* he bothers to read it. He doesn’t always read my blahg and that is fine with me. I don’t think he can keep up with it.

So Valentine’s Day in the Jurassic Age… I would buy fine chocolates from Kilwin’s for everyone (the GG, the kids, and my parents). I would also often make fiber arts creations for the beach urchins. Mini-quilts and little beaded bags, etc. Once when the GG and I were doing the work time-sharing thing, I got my wee girlies into the car and then I said, “Oh I fergot something”. I ducked back into the Landfill and put out little Valentine gifts on the table. When the GG brought the beach urchins home, he pointed to them and asked, “Are those presents for little girls?”. Yes they were.

Fast forward. Kids grow up and they aren’t always home even for major holidays like Thanksgiving and xmas (which is okay!). Valentine’s Day? What? The GG still loves to commemorate the day. I think it is partly because it is his mom’s birthday, the beautiful Grandma Sally.

So on Friday he surprised the older beach urchin down at her work in DayTwa. Her museum was more or less closed that day because a new installation or whatever was underway. The GG walked right through the door and all of it and people were kinda going “Whaaaa? Who is that?”. Lizard Breath: It’s okay, it’s just my dad. Rules? I don’t need no stinkin’ rules.

The GG always makes me a handmade Valentine’s Day card and so I always try to give him something. This year it was a small box of Sees candies from their installation at the Plum Market. The bourbon in the pic is from our older beach urchin. We picked it up at the Plum yesterday. And then the Bucky Beaver T-shirt arrived so I added that to the stuff on the reading chair. It is not in the pic.

One Response to “Rules? We don’t need no stinkin’ rules”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Holiday observances certainly do morph with age, don’t they? It sounds like a nice amount of fuss, not too much, but not ignoring it either. I struggle with that.