Sistah Pat

Woke up to the smell of fresh bread baking.  Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.  Today is Potluck Club at school.  It was supposed to be on Thursday but so many of our group couldn’t do it yesterday that we moved it to today.  The theme is supposed to be warm and fuzzy.  Lots of soups coming in and I decided to take it easy this time and make beer bread.  The problem is that I forgot until about 11:00 p.m. last night but DS is here and said he’d make it for me.  The whole house smells like Thanksgiving.  I confessed to Phyllisann about a horrible childhood experience with split pea soup with ham and she said she’s making it today to cure my phobia for good.  We’ll see….

Had a good time with the Sistahs last night.  Ate at a sandwich place that was a Panera clone.  I kept looking at the marquis where they had a frozen mocha cappachino.  I was going to get a diet coke right up to the point where the guy behind the counter asked if I wanted to try their Chocolate Bliss and found myself enthusiastically assuring him that I would.  Thank God it wasn’t as good as it looked or I’d be up there all the time.

Got a little burr under my saddle at the movie theatre where the girl selling the tickets had a cup on the counter saying “Tips”.  Huh??  For what?  Taking my money and handing me a ticket?  You’ve got to be kidding.  Didn’t spoil the movie, though.  Meryl Streep did a fantastic job.  Left me wanting to come home with Jana and Pam, make glittery spandex costumes, and rent a karaoke machine.

Oops!  Blog time is over.  Gotta hit the shower.