Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Day 61: Gettin' Sweaty with My Bestys
And then it was 8:30 and I said, "Want to stay for abs?" She said, "I think my husband might be here to pick me up . . ." and the Spitfire said, "Your husband's here? Bring him in!" and I laughed and said, "Oh, yeah, we really need her smokin' husband in here while we do abs" (I mean, his name is Handsome D, not Just Okay Looking But With a Really Good Personality D [though he has a lovely personality and is intelligent and witty — he's not just a pretty face, in other words]) and that did it, now Mrs. C had to go grab him, but he is a very good sport and came in and actually did abs with us! In fact, he and the Spitfire had an ab-off, which was truly insane. But so much fun, you know, to watch.
My daughter is marking the days till she turns 16, every day telling me, "This is my last Monday of being 15 . . . this is my last Hump Day as a 15 year old . . ." Today I took her to one of my favey restaurants, Zocalo Cocina, and she had a Mexican pizza. And even though I worship at the altar of their sangria menu, I just had water, lots and lots of plain water. Will my temperance result in weight loss? Ha.
(Will my bitterness result in weight loss? Will anything I do result in weight loss? Hmmph.)
We also entered the raffle at Trader Joe's and I kissed the ticket, my usual practice, and had Mimosa drop it in the bucket for me. I said, "Did you put it in with a good attitude?" and she said, "Oh, yeah, I French-kissed it," and I gave her a look, and she said, "Your kisses weren't getting us anywhere." It is true that we have entered this raffle precisely 19,003 times; we'll see if her kiss does the trick.
Must go bathe, I am feeeelthy. I have Sophie Kinsella's latest book to read — love her! — and the prospect of not one but two Hart sisters to play with this weekend, plus a glorious birthday lunch at Za with my dear friend Sleepy Susan. Nothin' but good times ahead!
—Lady C, tub-bound
p.s. What I've long suspected: