Wilbur and Father Time catching up on the news of the neighborhood.
Charlotte snuggling up to Wilbur
Wilbur just basking in being the hit of the party!!!
We had a great time at the Firth home on Friday night. Bart was such a good sport he was Wilbur and I was Charlotte (I wish you could see her in my hair better). I came up with the spider idea first, but didn't know what to do with Bart. I was talking to the boys about it and they mentioned Wilbur, I promptly told them that I thought no one would recognize my grandpa at the party and besides that where was I going to find overalls from the Sears Catalog. OK then they informed me they meant the pig from the book. I guess my brain is a little foggy from having 3 midterms this past week. Many of may not know my Dad's Father's name was Wilbur and his Mother's name was Lucy, cute huh.
Tomorrow my Dad has surgery to relieve pressure on his brain and I am praying for much success. He deserves it as well as my mom. I have often said getting old is not for sissies and I still haven't changed my mind. I turned 45 on Saturday and had a very quiet day. I got some sweet cards and the trick or treater's were darling. I loved the phone calls from family it is so nice to be thought of especially when you are feeling a little over-whelmed about this #. I don't think it would be so bad to be 45, but I am in college and that is a little weird. For the first time in a long time I was thinking being a little bit younger may not be so bad and then I remember I have children that are in their early 20's, so it is probably good to be 45. Maybe if I say it often enough it will get better. 45 45 45 45 45 45 45 45.................you get the idea!!!
