Toot Toot

It's my Adoption Day today.

I would have completely forgotten it, had it not been for my Aunt Deb.

I got home from class late last night, and found a nice surprise in my mailbox. Giftcards to two of my favorite stores, and a sweet card.

Thanks Deb & Family! Made my night...

I was born on May 27th, and adopted on July 9th. Just a wee babe. The story goes, I started out with red hair, but it fell out and was replaced with golden locks that were curly and unruly. A year and three months later, my brother came along the natural way. We both have blonde hair, green eyes and are about the same height. It worked out fine.

My family threw me a party to tell me I was adopted. I don't remember how old I was, but it was around the age that Barbies were very important to me, so the news wasn't earth shattering - it was just another day I got presents. Smart.

My family is great - I'm lucky they chose me. I often wonder what farm I'd be stuck on had they not come along and picked me out of the cabbage patch.

So, now this Cabbage Patch kid has a couple of coolio giftcards to spend this weekend on something educational, entertaining and stylish. Doesn't get any better!

Spit

I saw this recent post on this blog.

It reminded me of something certain people in my family do when they want to claim food like, say, a donut. But instead of spitting, they lick the wanted item.

Yup, they lick it.

There have been a couple times that licking the donut hasn't worked, and it was consumed by someone else.

Because sometimes, especially in a family, a lick does not a claim make.