Taking care to avoid the cultural manic broadcast of the I-word (Insurance) here in this entry, the untangling of the 65th birthday snot knot seems to be going well between Hubs and I. His 63rd birthday is in December, so he is just now receiving the wave of important age-related news from the ? ? ? do we have a good name for that body of yaddah blahs yet? Whatever we call ^it^, more and more of it is being mandated by more laws than I care to keep up with. Yo, youthenizer, where's the Ignorance 101 class? I want to study igNORance of your legally mandated wisdom.
I'm not doing so well at avoiding the manic broadcast, am I? Have I simplified that snot knot far enough that I can set ^it^ aside and discuss the strictly personal yaddahs that have been lost in the They Fray?
The strictly personal (They Free?) dialog between Hubs and I hasnae lost sight of the financial planning aspect, nor the joys of talking to medicos who are quoting insurance bureaucrats more often then med school mentors, but. . . 'Tis a beautiful dance God has lead us to. Those new steps damn sure don't belong in the same chapter as Insurance Mania.
Friday's contact with the freight company said the coop puzzle pallet should be here tomorrow afternoon. I wonder if I should experiment with using shredded insurance mandates as lining for the nesting boxes. Does the ink on official documents stain the eggs more than newsprint? Just wondering. . .
Is it here yet?