Catch-up(or as my kids say, Ketchup, Please
The Christmas get-to-gather at our home was great, except I had to keep running out to the front porch because my hormones, or thyroid, or whatever else causes hot flashes was in supreme form. I'd be talking to someone and realize that I was flushed and looked like I'd just finished a marathon.
It's hard to be at "the age" where so many things could be not working that you really have no explanation for what's happening
Fred,my brother, and his wife Claudya stayed with us, which was wonderful except for the smell. They are naturalists and so there was some kind of "natural essence oil" in the wind that really was nauseating.
Shortly after they left I suggested Dale sleep in the guest room(another story). I hadn't washed the sheets yet, (which is why I chose to kick him out)and the next day he had to shower off the aroma. I know disgusting but it was exactly what he deserved. Pay back is sweet.
The CFP boards have come and gone without catching my rising star, so it's back to the blackboard. Three more courses and I'll be a chartered financial consultant.
I'm telling myself that it's the higher designation because it requires more class work(I know sour grapes).
But who cares??? Onward and upward to the ChFC.(there's more letters anyway)!
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