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Five Minutes We’ll Never Get Back

Saturday, during which lunch out turned Seinfeldian…

Laura (to Becky): Could you hand me two of the yellows, please?
Becky (handing them to her): You like the yellow best? I’ve always liked the pink best.
Laura: Pink is bitter. I have to have the yellow.
Lynne: Blue is gross.
Becky: I can’t believe you’d say that. You love Diet Coke, and it has the blue.
Lynne: Diet Coke is good. Blue is gross.
Becky: (muttering) That makes no sense.
Laura: Blue is suing yellow.
Jess: Why?
Laura: Blue says yellow pretends to be the real thing and isn’t, so it’s false advertising.
Jess: If it’s the real thing, why not just use the real thing?
Everybody else: Oh, no!
Becky: You have to use too much of the real thing to get the same effect.
Lynne: Yeah, you only have to use a couple of the pinks.
Laura: Or the yellow. Because the pink is gross.
Becky: (ignoring the insult to the pink) I don’t know why I’ve never liked the blue.
Laura: The real thing is suing yellow, too, because if it IS the real thing, then yellow has no right to diss the real thing.
Becky: So yellow is screwed no matter who wins. Either it’s an imposter, like blue says, or it’s libelous, like the real thing says.
Laura: Right.
Becky: Sucks to be yellow.
Laura: But yellow is the best. It’s the sweetest of the sweet.
Becky: Didn’t Craig like yellow, too?
Lynne: Oh, no. Craig liked the twin.
Becky: Oh, yeah. The twin is gross. It foams up.
Jess: (nods)
Laura: Yeah, that is gross.

For Lisa in IA, with plenty of adverbs and adjectives!

A sad, silly tale of sensible shoes…

I have not worn high heels or sexy shoes since the 1980s. My aversion to said shoes is probably the reason why my chick lit partial was rejected and why Sarah Jessica Parker will never be my BFF.

But in the field of sensible shoes, as I expressed to Lisa, Born shoes rock, and I have a few pairs.

However, the sad truth is:
read sad truth here

Grumpy AND Sneezy

It was uncomfortably muggy yesterday, so I loved it that the temperature plunged during the night. The windows were open, and it would have been a perfect morning to snuggle under quilts with my dogs and sleep in. I wouldn’t be QUITE as bitter about all the equipment that cranked up on my street BEFORE SEVEN A.M. if I didn’t know the end result, after months of noise and dust and a tacky blue portable toilet, would be another CRAPPY THREE-UNIT town house in the neighborhood.

Once awake, I embarked on a fly-killing mission. Today’s last body count: 32 34 38. Nice.

Then I took these to the post office to donate them for NO/AIDS’s use in the Easter parade.

Did you know that I can’t Express Mail from Houston to New Orleans? No, I didn’t either. Hope the beads get there in time. Can’t believe the postal service has not recovered adequately from Hurricane Katrina to be able to guarantee mail delivery by a certain day. I wonder if other shipment services can? It’s not like beads are important, but I think of things like medications that often have to be overnighted. Is this not possible?

I asked a question the other day of authors–whether they went back and reread their old work. I asked because I’d decided to read IT HAD TO BE YOU for the first time since 2001. There were a couple of times I TRIED to read it, but I would start seeing so many things I wanted to change that it disturbed me, so I never reread it in its entirety. This time around, I’ve stuck with it. Things I may have wanted to change at one time don’t bother me so much now. Like the way Daniel is initially mired down in his history. That makes sense, considering his circumstances as the novel opens and who he is (big ol’ Virgo). What I’m struck by is how my feelings about Blaine are different. I see him as much more vulnerable now when I’m reading him. I think that’s because I learned so much more about him in I’M YOUR MAN. Now a whole new set of things is affecting me in relation to WHEN YOU DON’T SEE ME. I don’t know. I’m glad I’m rereading it, but there’s something bittersweet about it.

Note to Shannon: I got the photos. More later.

Note to Lindsey and Rhonda: Y’all are sweet. Sorry about the dentist.

Note to Tim and Rex: The CAR! is home.

Things that are being an asshole this morning

The mosquito who has announced that Houston’s Season of Misery has officially arrived by breaking into my office, repeatedly attacking me, and WHO WILL NOT DIE.

Netfirms, which is being wonky and won’t let me send mail to David, Mark, and ‘Nathan. You’ll have to wait a little longer for the promised Beowulf memory. Try not to let this provoke you into going on a quest for some Old English monster of your own to rip limb from limb or behead.

You are welcome, however, to direct your wrath at this mosquito.

It’s like Groundhog Birthday

Thirty-five all over again!

This past weekend, I had to take my continuing ed classes to keep my MT license up-to-date. If you don’t know what MT stands for, understand that I don’t want Googling perverts to land here; you can find the answer here, and PLEASE don’t use “that word” in any comments (if you do, I’ll delete it). I’ve only just recently managed to stop the late-night phone calls from strange men. I don’t want to start being inundated by e-mails from them. THANK YOU. Be forewarned: The MT profession is about healthcare, not sex, and jokes about it make me really cranky.

Even though I no longer have a practice, it was an investment, and I’m not about to let my license lapse. Of course, I had two years to do this, and waited until the last possible minute to cram my classes into two days. Although the instructor is a personable man who does his best, anyone would have limitations when it comes to discussing Texas law for twelve hours.

After class on Saturday, all I wanted to do was sleep. So on Sunday, I went to the gym after class, which helped. Then I came home and cooked dinner, including dessert.

Bonus photo for TimStalkers:

And finally!, for my birthday, I got Little Miss Sunshine, which I LOVED!

Thank you so much for your cards, e-mails, and posts. Thirty-five is something everyone should celebrate! Again, and again, and again, and again…