Weeeeelllllll, It's been raining for the past two days...pretty depressing.

Supposed to clear up Thursday and be nice through the weekend, but can't go away anywhere as we're having a big birthday bash for my elder daughter's 40th birthday on Friday night.

My younger DD and I have been running around buying party favors and such, planning centerpieces and menus, etc., etc. I don't know if it's maybe just the weather, or age creeping up on me, but my enthusiasm isn't very high these days.

I have no desire to be a part of this extravaganza, but naturally can't NOT be. Maybe I'll feel happier

(????) when the sun comes out again. If it's nice on Thursday - which is what they're predicting - maybe we'll go to Newport. In the meantime, I have plenty to occupy me in the house, but again, the enthusiasm just isn't there. I'm not a terribly happy camper these days, I guess.

Eating a lot of hull-less popcorn, running around doing a lot of essentially meaningless things. Yay! (Oh, and would like to see ten pounds drop immediately off my stubborn danged body!)
I WISH there was some news of Isabella! What can have happened? Even if her computer gave out, I'm sure she would've gotten a message off via her son's or daughter-in-law's.
I would dearly LOVE an egg salad sandwich. I make my egg salad by chopping hard boiled eggs really, really fine with an old hand chopper that is similar to the one my mother had from her mother that got lost somewhere, but I found a replica in a old fashioned hardware store down in Hendersonville, NC. I add finely chopped onion, finely chopped celery, season it up a bit, and mix it with lite Miracle Whip. To DIE for, I tell you...except in my personal case, it's more like to get SICK by, since I developed that allergy to eggs a few years back.

I really, really wish I could still eat eggs, because they're the perfect diet food, aren't they? Omelets, quiches (without the crust)....just SO many ways to eat them. Oh, well, just a little more fuel for today's pity party. I have to laugh at my histrionics, really. Here I am, grieving over eggs....SUCH a loss, doncha know? After all, if you don't laugh at your own foolishness, you may as well give up, right?
Well, enough from me. I'll catch up with y'all later...right now I'm just mired in my own misery (and a part of me is standing stage left, shaking her head in disgust).

Maybe I'll clean out my closet.
Have a great day,
Golden Girlies!

Z