I would say yes, dresses in winter, worn in evening, with heels (not sandals) get panty hose. You can get hose in department stores that are literally invisible on your legs, and they have some very sheer options with a bit of festive shimmer (not glitter).

Almond milk, either Silk (refrigerated) or Almond Breeze (shelf stable). I've found others to be chalky and not so tasty. Occasionally, I'll use So Delicious coconut milk, but I don't usually keep that around.

Just ew. That cottage is just incredible. I'm shocked at the doors!

Wow! I wonder how one compiles a list like that. Do you watch every episode and pause to get a closer look whenever there's a book? Crazy!

We were involved in a similar co-op when my kids were younger. Or, rather, when the 10yo was younger and the boys weren't school-aged yet. It was great for "enrichment" type activities that were more fun in a group, and we definitely expanded our homeschooling circle. That said, last year, after six years of co-op, we decided it was no longer benefitting our educational plan. We just weren't finding balance in losing an entire day each week for non-academic - or even light academic - classes. This year, we have a M/F PE class at the Y that we participate in, and the kids participate in a family fitness class in the evening on Wednesdays. Other enrichment classes are on an as-interested, works with our schedule, basis. I guess what I'm saying, in far too many words, is: only you can decide if it's "worth it".

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Our children are extensions of us, to a point. They are also their own people. I don't think there's something wrong with them when they express different preferences than mine. I can't imagine moving when they were away from home, disposing of their belongings without their input, trying to medicate them because their perspective is different than mine, or the one I've decided they should have. There is a vast different between being one chunk of a family unit and being along for the ride, with no consideration as an individual person, if that makes sense.

Other. I would be horrified, as they and the police dept are. I wouldn't be angry, they are normally overly cautious, so this is aberrant. They're fixing the damage. No tv.

Ooh, I just put that on my wishlist! Thanks!

I have laminate, would like to upgrade to solid surface. However, the only solid surface man-made options seem to have antibacterial something or other in them, so I'll probably be going with whatever natural surface that is best for our lifestyle. (No idea what that is just yet, though I'm leaning toward polished concrete)

I'm an only. I get to be the golden child or mentally ill, depending on how well I'm fitting in with my mother's fictitious definition of me. Or, rather, whether I'm challenging it. Or, maybe, whether she's discussing something she can take credit for vs something she is "victimized" by... I've never actually been able to follow her train(wreck) of thought. And I got to "mother" her and get complaints about how I never obeyed at the same time.

Casserole and muffins. (Though, honestly, I'd probably make a meat and a veggie quiche for the savories, and then muffins and fruit for the sweet)

I was thinking the same thing. I've always liked men much older than me. They seemed to be the only ones I could have an intelligent conversation with. My husband is only 18 months older than me, though. (We do have some real dumba$$ conversations, too. :001_huh::lol:)

No doubt! The castle, the castle a few blocks over, a chariot across the street. Wow. That path map is incredible! I feel bad for them. They're better than that when it comes to safety.

Mine was an infant on 9/11. She's pretty easy going.

so do I. I really dislike the party games where one can demand a prize from someone who is clearly happy with theirs. :glare: That said, our work holiday party will feature a white elephant ornament exchange for those who would like to participate. That, I think, will be fun. I can't imagine how incredibly horrid an ornament could be, but even a truly ghastly one will be fun to hang on the tree each year, along with others I've received as gifts and cause me to remember funny stories of the givers when I pull them out.

Hey! Me too! Except I was 33 when they totaled 4. I wonder is spending my entire adult life as a mother, wife, provider, etc has affected my outlook on aging. I was never a kicky, unemcumbered young adult. It's never been part of my self-definition, so there hasn't been much in the way of functional change over the 20s, 30s, now 40.

I think that may be the case, as well. I know my mother is never content. With anything. She's always looking for the new thing, location, person, idea to latch onto because it HAS to be better because it's new. She also has been trying to dye my hair for 15 years, aghast that I don't have interest in the newest trend, yadda yadda. It's annoying. I'm happy with the person I am. I'm 40. It's a small part of me, but there are 40 years of life experience and learning there. I was raised by a mother who dreads aging. I really don't care about the signs of aging at all. The single thing that bothers me is the extra yardage of skin around my middle, the leftovers from growing big, healthy twins on a 5' tall frame. If I hit the physique I'm working toward, I will consider having that remedied. It has nothing to do with age or staying young; I want my body to reflect my hard work, in the mirror.

My boys loved flashlights, dress up clothes, and art supplies at that age. They still do. :)

My mother is 63 and sibling rivalry is alive and strong in her mind. Also, she was "orphaned" 3 years ago. :001_huh: I guess that means she's a ward of the state now.

Ugh. I hate those days.

The PT I saw for sciatic pain asked me if I was pregnant (not for many years) or a dancer (not for many MORE years) because my left hip was rolled forward, which was trapping/pinching the nerve, and that was usually something she only saw in one of the two scenarios mentioned. She physically shoved it back. Now, I just do it myself, in a doorway. (awkward, but serviceable)

I don't think it is. At all. Just sayin'. ;)

That's snack time. I was thinking brainy meals. :D