Sunday funday (not so much...)
Quite a day. Was wakeful til 5AM-ish, still managed to haul myself out of bed in time for church. In good spirits, too, since my inbox held replies to my wish list. I'm finally getting to see The Accidental Husband, huzzah! My LJ account and icons have been renewed by that great philanthropist, Ann O'nymous, and I may have a haircut lined up. (Not without some anxiety---my last cut, in July, is THE best cut I've ever had in my life---but it's totally grown out and has reaching the "making me crazy" stage.)
Got home from church...it was just warm enough that I was ready to peel off my woven black skirt and long-sleeved pleated black blouse with pink flowers...and my bra was too tight.... So I did. And I was comfortably piddling around on line when the phone rang. It was Kat, who was calling to ask if I could rescue her: She was at WalMart and her car wouldn't start. *sigh* Some days it just doesn't pay to take your clothes off.
I pulled on a bra and my go-to dress and zoomed on down the road. I found her sitting in the south lobby waiting for me, and because I know she's subject to error, the first thing I did was to ask for her keys so I could see what her car was doing or not doing. (My first thought was that she might have left it in gear---it's automatic, and I remember calling my dad with a similar problem once, back in the day. Nope, it *was* in park.) I got in, stomped the gas twice, turned the key and it started right up.
I popped her trunk, loaded up her groceries for her and sent her on her way. *whimper* Oh God, I miss her so much---the way she used to be. Wise and witty and practical.... She has good days once in a while, today was definitely NOT one of them.
I've spent most of the evening in front of the Tube. Dogs 101 featured mini schnauzers last night, which I DVR'ed and watched. It made me miss Macs something rotten.
Currently, I have My Fair Wedding on, and am rolling my eyes. Oh, these gals---haven't they ever seen the show?! Yet they're surprised when David starts going "No, no, no!". This evening, he's having a hissy about *GASP!* supermarket flowers. It seems the concept of "a budget" has never crossed his mind. He gets these oh-so-pained looks at things like plastic cups and silk flowers. I get such a kick out of him---c'est tres droll!---although if I were the bride, civilization would tremble. I *hope* I wouldn't be a bridezilla, but I'm not exactly shy and self-effacing, either. ("NO! I am NOT changing my Fluevog Operetta Viardots in ivory and that's final!")
I didn't put Mr. Right on my wish list. Like so many other things that are in the nature of personal transformation, they can't be wrapped and placed under the tree.
I have to get up early in the morning for a visit to the food pantry, and the doctor with Kat, so good night all....
Got home from church...it was just warm enough that I was ready to peel off my woven black skirt and long-sleeved pleated black blouse with pink flowers...and my bra was too tight.... So I did. And I was comfortably piddling around on line when the phone rang. It was Kat, who was calling to ask if I could rescue her: She was at WalMart and her car wouldn't start. *sigh* Some days it just doesn't pay to take your clothes off.
I pulled on a bra and my go-to dress and zoomed on down the road. I found her sitting in the south lobby waiting for me, and because I know she's subject to error, the first thing I did was to ask for her keys so I could see what her car was doing or not doing. (My first thought was that she might have left it in gear---it's automatic, and I remember calling my dad with a similar problem once, back in the day. Nope, it *was* in park.) I got in, stomped the gas twice, turned the key and it started right up.
I popped her trunk, loaded up her groceries for her and sent her on her way. *whimper* Oh God, I miss her so much---the way she used to be. Wise and witty and practical.... She has good days once in a while, today was definitely NOT one of them.
I've spent most of the evening in front of the Tube. Dogs 101 featured mini schnauzers last night, which I DVR'ed and watched. It made me miss Macs something rotten.
Currently, I have My Fair Wedding on, and am rolling my eyes. Oh, these gals---haven't they ever seen the show?! Yet they're surprised when David starts going "No, no, no!". This evening, he's having a hissy about *GASP!* supermarket flowers. It seems the concept of "a budget" has never crossed his mind. He gets these oh-so-pained looks at things like plastic cups and silk flowers. I get such a kick out of him---c'est tres droll!---although if I were the bride, civilization would tremble. I *hope* I wouldn't be a bridezilla, but I'm not exactly shy and self-effacing, either. ("NO! I am NOT changing my Fluevog Operetta Viardots in ivory and that's final!")
I didn't put Mr. Right on my wish list. Like so many other things that are in the nature of personal transformation, they can't be wrapped and placed under the tree.
I have to get up early in the morning for a visit to the food pantry, and the doctor with Kat, so good night all....