Hi Frappie!! And everyone else. I have solutions to 2 of your problems (what a summer you had
) First of all, you need to charge admission for parents and friends who come visiting, thus either eliminating the visits or pocketing a little spending money. Secondly, I have an adorable house mouse I could send to your son. We could call it a Northern Penobscot Variegated Domestic Rat. It's not afraid of cats or dogs and it eats anything. It's very smart too -- it continues to avoid baited mousetraps. Let me know when to send it...
Yeah, I'm sure Marla loves us all. I am celebrating Anti-Procrastination Day by rearranging my bathroom "closet". My mother sent me some gorgeous new bath towels for our anniversary (our 15th--that is the terrycloth anniversary, isn't it?
) -- 4 sets plus 2 big bath sheets, so I'm getting rid of some of the old raggedy ones and attempting to make the place look a little better. I think I can throw out the box of nicotine patches from 1998 (DH's, unused), don't you think? I can't bring myself to throw out my ancient makeup. It still looks fine and if I throw it out I will never replace it and then what will I do when the Queen comes to visit? It's just propaganda about it collecting bacteria, right?
Millet Cheesecake? That sounds revolting. Isn't millet some kind of birdseed?
Oh, I forgot to mention that besides my old friend getting cancer, one of our sailing buddies is in the hospital with chest pains, and my cleanie dietitian friend has found a new house and is moving away next month. The good news is that the house is on the way to the coast so we can visit lots, but still
My life seems pretty uneventful compared to everyone around me (I can live with that).
Well, we're going out to dinner to see pics of the new house. I told DD to bring along photos she just got from our beach trip back in June (her friend took them). She doesn't know it but I sneaked a peek at them before she showed them to me and I know that she held out the one of Mr. Dreamboat
with his arm around her!
Haha on her -- and if you're reading this, kiddo, joke's on you--I'm not horrified at all!
Of course your dad might be!