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Who died and crowned me everybody's everything
I'm even busting my butt through the weekend
By the time I get home there's not an ounce of sanity
Between the dogs, my momma's calls
Is it against the law
For me to get what I need
A good friend and a glass of wine
Someone to say it's gonna be alright
A good friend and a glass of wine
A little pick me up to get me through the night
We talk trash n' we laugh and cry
That kind of therapy money can't buy
Every now and then, every now and then
Every girl needs a good friend and a glass of wine
I don't need to jet off to no vacation for a week
I'd be happy to have a happy hour
When I'm tired and I'm fried it gets me right back on my feet
Any kind of red or white, a little sister time
It's every smart girls secret
A good friend and a glass of wine
Someone to say it's gonna be alright
A good friend and a glass of wine
A little pick me up to get me through the night
We talk trash n' we laugh and cry
That kind of therapy money can't buy
Every now and then, every now and then
Every girl needs a good friend and a glass of wine
How very true.
Leru, I don't know if you're into country at all, but either way, this song makes me think of you. :)
LeAnn Rimes, btw. :)
What's new: Didn't go to Clinton on Sunday, Mom and I are going tomorrow instead. Every year Aunt Marge takes me shopping for my birthday present, since I was in my early teens. Almost every year, it's been to R.J.Julia's, a local bookstore down there that's just lovely. And, c'mon. Books. So that's tomorrow: lunch with Aunt Marge and Uncle Bill, shopping with just Aunt Marge, then home again.
Thursday will be work from 4:30 to close, and dinner with Dad afterwards. I need to remember to talk to Joanne about getting off early June 9th for a Twenty-Something group that Stephanie has put together (yes, Catsy, that was me she was talking about), and most likely every other week after that. When I first brought it up, Joanne seemed like it'd be no problem. Everyone there is very understanding, so having the place close a little early one day every two weeks? No biggie. I hope.
Friday is work from noon to close. Then dinner at Ryan's, hopefully. His mom is celebrating the forced retirement of an unloved co-worker by making a nice dinner and cracking out some champagne. I love this woman.
Oh, and Mom has (officially?) sold Ryan's mom my old car, the Escort. Both are happy about it, although I think Gail is happier than Mom. Her old car, a Pontiac Grand Am, was hemorrhaging oil and is completely un-road-worthy. Mom and I almost feel guilty selling her the Ford...I mean, yeah, it's still driveable and all it's pieces or in more or less good condition, but it's still not the greatest car. Don't get me wrong, Magpie was my first car, which makes her special to me, but...yeah. Anyway.
Oh, to solve my Entourage problem, I've downloaded Thunderbird, and a calendar add-on for it called Lightning. Not as spiffy as Entourage, but still nicer than iCal and Mail and Address Book, and from everything I've heard their lightyears more reliable. So..good!
Right, I need to go to bed now. Dad called this afternoon and pointed out that I hadn't updated since Sunday afternoon. Here you go, Dad! :)