I was just sitting here in a rare quiet moment...thinking about how much I love our little fake-y fireplace...the fake flames dance, it throws some decent heat, and the coziness factor is right up there, on par with cinnamon rolls baking in the oven.
But, as I had that thought of how much I really like the thing, I had a vision of putting it under the deck in the future. You know, scrapping it. Under The Deck is the holding room, like county jail on the way to prison, for things heading to the dump. Because, like all things we love and cherish, it will break someday, and we'll get rid of it.
As I had that vision, that little snippet of some day in the far future, hopefully far future...I realized that if this thing lasts ten years, I'll be putting it under the deck when I'm 61. And I cannot even reconcile with being FIFTY ONE YET.
Anyway. If we are so lucky, we do get old.
And I'm watching Little Miss Sunshine with Evelyn now...the kids have a second snow day tomorrow!!!