So, I had one of those practical grown up moments when it came to Christmas gifts this year.
My mother had asked what I wanted and I promptly said a particular cookbook I'd been drooling over for awhile since I'd checked it out at the Library.
She said okay, my sister ordered it for her online as my mother doesn't do computers and I figured that was the end of it.
But my family has a tendency every so many years to go a little overboard with gifts and this year she wanted to give me something more. And either I gave her something to buy or I was threatened with her buying me clothes which is a very scary prospect. Case in point, the time I asked for a very simple, elegant silk dress the time she went on vacation to Jamaica and she returned with a cotton, white two piece with black lettering and fringe.
So I said an electric skillet. Not that I have room for it. Just one of those casual spur of the moment decisions.
Which lasted until yesterday when I called up, suddenly stricken with a unmistakable case of grownupness and said that what I could really use was a warm pair of winter gloves, thermal long underwear and thermal socks for the upcoming Chicago winter.
Yep. Unmistakable signs of becoming a grownup.