Hope everyone is ready for Jimmuka. Are your lights hung? Gifts wrapped? Cookies baked? The season of Jimmuka is upon us. The month-long season of celebrating my Uncle Jim's Birthday. My mom summarizes it best here. Jim is her younger brother by 10 years and because of the age difference, considered a {spoiled} only-child. Yes, I said "spoiled", Jim! It wasn't even his parents that spoiled him. My sister & aunt did a pretty good job doing that while teenagers to his toddler and now my {poor} Aunt Debbie has to put up with his {ridiculous} demands & requests. Who else commands 2 separate home-cooked dinners of duck & goose with friends? Who else skis in Canada as part of their celebration? A scuba-diving trip in Cozumel? And that is all THIS YEAR! For my last birthday, I bought my own purse and cooked my own dinner {no offense, Jason}. So "Hark the Harold, Angels Sing. Glory to the 53-Year old Jim". Love ya & miss you, Jim! Hope you have a wonderful "season"!
2 comments:
The reason we indulge him is because we love him so!!!
Thank You Becky for the wonderful Birthday Wish...yes my sisters did spoil so when growing up....now poor Deborah must carry this heavy load....Deb does often threatn Jacu with leaving on the porch in Ballwin. Uncle Hoops
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