Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Day 283: Snacks and Margaritas!
I hasten to add that this was not my idea. She plopped herself down and grabbed my hands, while I whimpered. Then she pulled me, hard, and I wept audibly. Then I pulled her, so encouragingly, and called, "Come to my side, Spitfire! There's snacks and margaritas over here!"
The class laughed, but Spitfire just pulled me harder. Ow, ow, OW!
But it's good for me.
This was my day: work, shop for dinner, work some more, cook dinner, listen to Mimosa's science presentation, zumba, read to Martini, blog. And now a bath.
Today is the actual birthday of my dearest darling friend Mrs. Cynicletary. That's us in 2008, with our former friend (long sad story) Lady V; Mrs. C is in the middle. I do not love this picture because I think I look enormous, but there are few pictures of the two of us in which we each look pretty. I don't know why that is. And since it's her birthday, I made the sacrifice and used an un-pretty picture of me, since I think she's pretty cute in this one.
Happy birthday, beloved friend! I hope it was full of spa treatments and family time and delicious food and pretty cocktails and some hot hot lovin' — all those things you like best.
Time for the tubby! I still haven't cracked one of my enticing library books — I'm not sure what I'm waiting for. But the boyfriend problems of Marcy Rhodes are just so enticing. Love those comfort reads! (Maybe my brain is still recovering from stomach flu and can't handle anything more complicated than '50's YA.)
—Lady C, brain-impaired