Greetings, salutations, and <looking around> hmmm, isn't THIS a quiet Monday here in the hallowed halls of
Golden Girlery....???
Well, I can't complain about the company -
Cat,
Jo-annie &
Theresa make stopping in such a pleasure. Well, you too,
Marylynn, except judging by the time of your post, and your plans for - was it really 5:AM??? - this morning, I’d guess you were long gone by the time I ventured through. And, oh Lawdie mzzz Maudie, YESSSS, I counted Thirty -
THREE-OH - of us acknowledged in
Gayle’s post last night, and I have to admit that I was floored! There’s just never going to be any hope of MY keeping up with everybody, and I can tell you that. I’ll just have to revert back to my old methods of replying to those who have posted most recently - and those whose names haven’t slipped my increasingly collander-like mind. My DH was, in fact, rather flummoxed the weekend before last when we were up cavorting about in the White Mountains (okay, not cavorting, exactly - but didn’t that sound really delightfully bawdy for just a millisecond there?) and he took it upon himself to make some introductions between a woman we’ve both known for at least four years, now, and a newcomer to the group - and he blanked out on her name! I hope we BOTH don’t succumb to senility simultaneously....that could certainly pose some problems, eh? The kids would have to find us some nice assisted living accommodations, and we’d be taking turns calling them to ask who the devil that strange man/woman is in the bed next to us!

Luckily, we both remembered who we are today. I’m awfully glad HE did, I can tell you. I don’t know WHO would’ve wheeled the trash out to the curb for me if DH suddenly thought he was our next door neighbor or a republican or something. And what’s wrong with a republican, you ask? Why nothing at all. I would never bring up subjects like religion or politics on such a patchwork of diversity as are we
Golden Girls. When it comes to
those subjects, I say, “to each her own”.
Cat, did you say three
hundred five year olds? Surely that was a typo? Wherever on earth could 300 five year olds be successfully
contained for pity sakes? I have spent the better part of an afternoon with
ONE five year old - my grandson - and been laid out like a dead flounder for three days afterwards!
Oh, I hope you got that appointment,
Jo-annie! I’m getting concerned about that back of yours! I think you need a nice, refreshing visit to the SPA...
Theresa! Seeing your post was SUCH a pleasure! Omigawd....aren’t the food costs outrageous? Oh, how absolutely lovely of you to help your elderly neighbor like that. I’m sure I would’ve brought her a glass of water or something if she looked hot, but your kind of unselfishness goes way above and beyond most of the rest of us. Now,
Golden Girlies, I’m only speaking for myself here, but c’mon....how many of us really would’ve spent two of OUR precious hours like that? I knew you were special,
Theresa, and I just LOVE being proven right....
Now all I have left from this past weekend’s flu/virus/nondenominational bug is a nasty cough and some really gut-curdling sneezes. Yeah. These really incredible sneezes that feel like they originate in my heels, and explode upwards...real loud, like an elephant calling to its long-lost mate, or something. Oh, of course I’m keeping myself heavily drugged on OTC daytime severe cold syrup - otherwise, who knows? I
HAD to go into work.
Don’t ask. It was a tedious day. Home at last with supper in the oven and I’m about to climb out of my work attire - don’t actually know why I haven’t done that yet.
Sayonara,
Golden Girls. Lullaby & goodnight (unless I drop back in after supper; I never know what the plan is actually going to be).
Z 