Wow, 2008… time just seems to be zipping along faster and faster the older I get.
Bratling I is a teenager now, newly liberated from braces and pretty darn stunning (time to get that bat to fend of the boys) and Bratling II is a verbose and extremely precious 3 year old, who refuses to wear anything but princess gowns or ballerina tu-tus… Me? I’m just old. Well, I feel like it some days, let me tell you.
I’m waiting for spring to, well, spring again, so I can get out there and hit those early season garagesales once more. The winter feels like a hibernation of sorts, although not one I’ve chosen willingly!