Milestones---who needs them

You guessed it! Yes indeed, I HAVE reached ANOTHER milestone. This one sneaked up on me unawares! How RUDE!!! I suppose I may as well confess. I have a CHAIR! Ok, I know, most homes have chairs. This is different. I have a chair that is MY chair. You know, as in, 'don't sit [or play] in Grandpa's CHAIR!' I remember well, as a child, 'no dear, not that chair, that is GRANDPA'S chair.' Or after mom re-married, and she made a sweet point of 'daddy's chair!' Never could bring myself to sit in THAT chair. Well now, I have a CHAIR! Picture this, me standing, looking aimlessly around, because Breezy is sitting in- MY chair. Or when I walk into the sitting room and snarl, 'get OUT of MY chair!' to Tootsie. No, I don't want to sit down, I just don't want her in- MY chair. Having a chair you've claimed as your very own, goes hand in hand with MIDDLE age in my mind. And yet--- I suppose I could just accept middle age and all it's perks--like having your very own CHAIR!!!