My eight year old nephew, Cheese Fighter, gave me the finger at our final birthday party Friday night. To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. What child at this age thinks his elderly aunt deserves such a thing? Apparently a child who brawls with cheddar [see earlier post].
Mainly, I was stunned to receive such a fine gift and one especially selected by a nephew at that. The finger is a fine piece of Halloween paraphernalia, a delightful candle made of carefully molded wax sporting a pointy black fingernail behind which hides the wick. The finger came with a candy corn candleholder. I have tried several times to upload the photo so that it appears right here, to no avail. I am running out of time so if I can figure this out later, I will. Otherwise, you are going to have to trust me on the description.
There was also a back up , plain black candle for when the finger became a withered stump. It was evident that careful shopping and much thought went into the purchase, which I greatly appreciated.
Not to be outdone, my other nephew gave me a Christmas ornament of a tiny handpainted wine glass sporting a leopard motif [again, photo currently unavailable]. To those of you who know my real name, try to figure out the riddle stemming from my nephews’ nickname for me. No, I am not a “cougar” [see urbandictionary.com for definition if need be]. What a smarty pants, that one, knowing how I love a good play on words.
I received many, many fine gifts this birthday and do not want to embarrass the readers by recounting my largesse. I will, however, mention that I forgot to leave room in a suitcase for the Williams-Sonoma pizza baking stone given to me by Mood Ring Momma and MCV so I had to hump that sucker in a last minute carryon bag from Toys-R-Us. This was painful, but not so painful as the thought of baking bread without it.
Mr. Understanding left Monday morning for another foreign country. The cuisine waned in the latter days of my absence but the house is still standing, the children were alive and well, and he was delighted I spent the extra money on the third suitcase.