Yes Julie, there is a Santa!

It's 68 degrees in Miami Beach.  The best time to go to Miami Beach, if you're ever planning on going, is in March. At least I think so.
I miss the ocean.

Sons are finished painting their condo. I love the colors they picked. Most of it was done in a pumpkin like color. Sounds gross. But it actually looks quite good. They did both bedrooms in a cocoa, which I love. The trim is white.....and then they updated the bathroom fixtures.
They should be moving in soon.
In their garage they found many "treasures" including an unopened 8 foot, artificial Christmas tree, around 125 unopened rolls of wrapping paper, 10 glass chess sets still in the box, luggage unopened,.......and bunches of other stuff.
I asked my oldest son to promise me that when I'm dead him and his brother and sister would always be there for each other......non of them would ever be without a home. I know it should go without saying, but I have to say it. Then I can let it go and not worry about it.
So he promised me they'd look after each other.

Went out ot breakfast yesterday with boyfriend.
He told how he felt when he found out there wasn't a Santa.
I found out there was no Santa when i was in the third grade. Our class was leaving the cafeteria, and I remember Julie B asking me "you know there's no Santa don't you?" No. I didn't know. I was stunned, and yet I knew she was telling the truth. I struggled to maintain my composure though I felt like I'd been stabbed in the heart. But I had to pretend that I knew. It had to be that or be ridiculed for the rest of grade school.

One year at Christmas time, & while mom and dad were going out to dinner, but before they left, mom gave strict instructions  to  stay out of the dining room. The Christmas presents were in there. They were in boxes that has been taped shut. But still      "Stay out of the Dining room!"
"OK mom! OK!"
So as soon as her and dad left the house, my sister a year older and my sister a year younger, and I went straight to the dining room.W e just wanted to feel the boxes....shake them a little, listen to what might be inside of them. So we're in the dining room doing what we weren't supposed to be doing when we hear a tap on the dining room window. We froze like deer in headlights. lol.........busted by mom!
We still laugh about it.