I thought I would share with you a small funny – do you remember this policeman pig mug from my Pig a Day series? Well, he sits next to my knitting chair and holds all kinds of crafty things, Chibis, stitch markers, crochet hooks, scissors etc.

Do you see what D#2 did to him? She took a stitch marker and gave him a nose ring! Now he looks like one of the Village People! She’s a wiseguy that one. I must admit, I find it very funny and also somehow oddly fitting – he seems happier, more at peace with himself.

and how about a big WOW for all of those birthday wishes!!!! you guys are the best! I had a great day – Boar has informed me that the shipment on my present was delayed, so I will have to regale you with prezzies pictures at a later date.

I have been explaining to everyone my theory on becoming 45. When you turn 40, you know that you have hit a number. That somehow a shift has occurred. However, you are so newly arrived in this position, this age, that is almost seems like pretending.

For example, a kindergartener or first grader is technically in the school system, but they are so young, so cute that it hardly seems serious. Sure they have homework and they are learning – but it’s all so darling that it just makes you smile.

That is what 40 is like to the business of being middle-aged. You are so brand new to it all, it hardly seems real. People will say, “40?! that’s nothing!”

Forty five is a different story all together. Now people sigh, nod their heads knowingly and say, “45?! you might as well be 50.” It’s all about the rounding up.