Fashion Advice

Ladies, tomorrow is National Wear Red Day. Heart disease is the number one killer of women, and February 1 is the date the American Heart Association has set as the day to schedule your check up. So, go ahead and wear your red finery, and be good to yourself...a lot of people depend on it!

And Then There Were Two

With yesterday's departure of John Edwards, it's down to Clinton and Obama. Things are going to get very interesting. Note to self: must watch debate tonight. In other news, Judi Nathan--er--Rudy Giuliani also called it quits. Even the Republicans are starting to interest this ol' gal. If any of you out there are in a Super Tuesday state, make sure you vote next week!

Oh yeah?

More bad news out there for us old folks. I don't believe it, though, because I can honestly say that I am almost at the end of this age group, and I am actually very content. So there. And I'm practicing being all Martha-like (see next post for explanation and instructions on how to have a long, happy marriage), so I'm smiling away my worries--if I have any.

A Celebration

We had another birthday celebration here in cocktail corner yesterday. This time around it was our friend Martha's day. She is about the best sport I have ever met. I am not kidding when I say that either. It was Martha who hosted the 'after my birthday brunch gathering.' We all descended on her late in the day because, well, we needed more 'celebration.' And she did it with her ever-present smile. I sometimes think she's gritting her teeth when she smiles.

Martha and her husband Sal have been married for over 30 years, and my friend Cheri and I believe that is all due to the fact that Martha is such a good sport. We have decided that their secret to happiness is that Martha doesn't sass him. Now, Sal will try his best to disagree with this theory. But it really doesn't hold any water for me. I have seen her in action. Never, ever sassing. Ever. I'm not kidding. Even when the situation really warrants a good verbal assault, Martha will sit and smile. She inspires me to be less sassful; is that a word? I think the world would be a lot more peaceful if there were more Marthas out there. Isn't that right, Sal?

Happy Birthday Week, Martha! You're the best!

Tuesday Afternoon Giggle

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Her Eminence the Very Viscountess Lauren the Inexorable of Pigotts Sty

get yours here

I don't have any idea what this means, but I just know in my soul that it is correct.

With thanks to Lynne!

It's a Good Thing He's So Cute

A few weeks ago, Jules launched a junk drawer contest and I gleefully submitted a picture of my junk area. I was sure I had everyone else beat, even going so far as to tell a few folks not to bother submitting a photo.


I had absolutely no idea that the actual winning photo was lurking elsewhere in this house. Yes, these are real photos taken of my baby boy's room. This is the child who refused to go to school through the fourth grade without a button-down shirt and creased khakis. Where did that baby go?

In other news, that 10-ton spy satellite is still heading our way. Just call me chicken little.

I Wear My Sunglasses at Night

There was once a time when I was slightly embarrassed to admit that my ob/gyn was probably my primary care physician. What with all that gestating and all.

My oh my how the times they are a changin'. I'm off to my new primary care physician, Dr. N. the dermatologist. Just a little procedure. A little tweaking. A little pick-me-up. And this time, I'm not even embarrassed about it. Really.