Earlier this week, the hubby took our trio of boys to an animated movie, allowing Elle and me an impromptu girls night at home.
This consisted of:
the stirring of a brownie mix topped with peanut butter
the licking of batter-coated spatulas (and the admiring of our chocolate goatees)
the reading of books in bed (between flannel sheets) while the brownies baked
the reading of more books on the couch while the brownies cooled
the consuming of said brownies (paired with mugs of milk)
the cuddling close to enjoy a Dora movie together.
It's rare that Elle has me all to herself, what with the five thousand kids we have running about this place. We might have to make this whole girls night thing a formal institution. I must confess my worry, however, over how deep a passion for chocolate and literature I've already imprinted on this unsuspecting child, but then again, I turned out okay, didn't I? (Didn't I?)
On less delusional matters, please scratch all the aforementioned Christmas gift ideas because I totally KNOW WHAT I WANT. So totally that it's all in caps. But first a little background.
Anyone recall the definition of bardolatry? Close your eyes and imagine yourself back in high school English, the nasal drone of your teacher's voice in the background...does that help? no? Me neither.
So a refresher: Noun 1. bardolatry - the idolisation of William Shakespeare
Which got me pondering: just *how* many people would one need groveling at one's feet before an official word was coined just for the adulation of you? A whole heckuva lot is what I'm thinking. How cool would that be?
So see, all I want is my own word. One little word. Nicolatry, nicolisation, whatever. You all figure it out while I float up here on my golden divinity cloud.
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