My rugrats (thing one and thing two) are ensconced in their respective high schools getting their college applications in order. We spend a lot of time talking about essays these days. I had a dream Tuesday night that I invented a clear crayon that you rubbed over your work and it automatically corrected spelling and grammar mistakes. Psychosomatic much?
My dinner party was for dead people. You can invite the non-dead if you like, but I like to keep my guest lists consistent. Maybe it's a Southern thing.
We had a
nice game of bridge last night. With food and wine. I think it rained at some point. Did I say we had food and wine?
little fling dalliance new romance with the world's most eligible widower is picking up steam. I think she finally came to her senses. They have been spending lots and lots of time together. There is even talk of a trip to the West Coast soon. I am going to start living vicariously through her soon. My kids are not so forthcoming these days.
My fruity flipflops are from the bookstore at the University of North Carolina, at Chapel Hill. I am pretty sure we saw them at all the other college bookstores, but I was feeling deprived that day, and bought them as a little pick-me-up. They are from a vendor called Hotflops.
It seems a lot of you out there are working on your 5k butts along with Mrs. G. Keetha was doing really well, but now she has a sports injury and has to rest. I was getting my butt in shape vicariously through her exercise regimes. I am afraid now that I have to do it for myself. I think I had a sports injury once. I believe it was called "chardonnay elbow."
Annie and I had another Weight Watchers weigh in on Tuesday at 5:30 in the afternoon. I took a diuretic at noon to ensure at least a pound would be gone by 5:30. Nothing happened. Nothing.
Until 4:01 AM. I think I lost three pounds.