Well, dear diary, I did it ( Read more... )

I don't know what got into me the other night. After I came home from the hotel, I pounced on Carl like he was the special of the day and I hadn't eaten in a week. He's still looking at me sideways like he's worried I'll do it again. Or maybe he's just hoping ( Read more... )

Well, if that ain't a kick in the head. Frank's gone. The nice young man who runs the hotel now says I can still do Thanksgiving though. I'll miss him. Much as I love Carl, he still revved me up like I was 18 again ( Read more... )

signing in

With Michael and Ben
With Inara

with CJ

With Tex

With Red

getting drinks and having a rest in the drawing room with a literate ghost

In the ladies room with the cat

I'm still not sure I can write about this coherently.

That handsome Frank Donovan, who's building the hotel, offered me the chance to run Thanksgiving dinner at it. Me! I said yes. I don't know how I found the words. A five star kitchen, six ovens, a fleet of cooks to boss around. I'm so excited I could die ( Read more... )

I expected to be back yesterday. We got called out on Friday for a dealie with the local PFLAG, but Carl decided to treat me to a night out. I love my man ( Read more... )

Seems like I've hardly had time to catch my breath lately, everything's so busy ( Read more... )

The kids have been in and out all week, getting their clothes and things. I really like this little town. I have a few regulars. They say the cafeteria food is terrible. And Red always comes in for a cherry pie when I make them ( Read more... )

The pies are in the ovens and Deb is puttering around, cleaning up and getting ready to open ( Read more... )

After Mass, they'd stayed to clean up all the wrappers everyone left behind. The priest was quite drunk, and Carl asked they not return. Debbie couldn't help but agree. She'd felt obligated though, especially since Michael and Ben had been safely out of town all weekend ( Read more... )