poor manners and twinkle lights

You know what is highly irritating about this whole new LJ "flagging" a journal for adult content?
You can bypass it if you put the year of your birth in your profile.
I'd rather not broadcast to the world at large my exact age. It's no one's business but mine and the Social Security Administration.
It's incredibly poor form to ask a lady to admit her age.

Yesterday I put up some Christmas lights, snowflake window decals, little origami lanterns (to hang on some of the lights) and a few other shiny hanging decorations. I did this while Senor Onion was down for his nap. When he woke up and I showed him my work, He was absolutely stunned. Want to blow a one year old's mind? Shiny, brightly-lit objects. Of course shiny things still blow my mind too sometimes.
He kept pointing at everything and smiling.
I fear he may faint or have a stroke when we get a tree and decorate it.

Hand me a dozen roses and slap a tiara on my head.

This morning I conquered a vast and hideous fear of mine.
I went and got my driver's license.
For years the thought of driving gave me panic attacks and made me extra squirrely.
But I did it. With the help of the Super Amazing Mr. Jenner.
The examiner was like Santa Claus's younger brother. He was this large jolly man who put me at ease and was just so gentle and sweet. Which is what I needed considering that there was ice on the road and it had been snowing where I took my test.
So that is done. I can now do my impression of the Transporter when I put on my leather gloves and drive on the freeway.

I need a big bar of chocolate. And another one.

Hot-diggity dog

SNOW!!!!!!!!
*hops around*
SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!