Play Dates and Henry the VIII
We woke up to a dreary, rainy day–yes, rainy, even at the end of November. Weird! (can you say, Global Warming?!) I’m so glad Sullivan and I had a play date planned! It’s so nice when you have a friend that you enjoy and that friend has a child that your child enjoys. These are the things that make being a stay-at-home-mommy so pleasurable. If all things between the kids are going well, these are the times when we actually can sit around and eat bon-bons (or, donut holes) drink coffee, and gab. Could life be any better?
Another good thing about the day–The King has arrived! No, not Elvis, not the Burger King, and certainly not Christ the King. (if he came and went I’m in trouble, cuz I had no clue) I’m talking about King Henry the VIII. On the way back from my Jezebel weekend, my friend Ann and I stopped in some more antique stores for some last-minute shopping. It was there that I first saw the King…although I just have this weird feeling that I must have seen him someplace before. It’s actually an old Peggy Nisbet doll, and he’s in great shape. I didn’t want to buy him for the steep price of $24.00, but I have to say that he haunted me. I decided to see if he was on ebay, and, sure enough! I got him for a mere $9.99!! So he came today, and he really is cute. I try to forget that as a human being he was really a tyrant, chopping off his wives heads and basically making his own religion. So why am I drawn to such a thing? I asked my mom if we had one around the house as a child–she was an antique collector, as well–but she said no. Hmmm. It’s a mystery. I guess now I just have to keep him away from Barbie so he doesn’t chop off her head.
