We’re leaving tomorrow AM for Baltimore for a few days R & R. I cannot wait just because I want a maid picking up after me for a few days. I think Auntie Flo will arrive tonight, just in time for the trip-the bitch.
I will never, ever catch up on my blog reading, C’ville posts, blog gossip or anything I know it. Kari will have 450 posts while I was away and Andrea will have 449. I’m sure Three Olive will have none done, so there’s not much to catch up on there. Sara hasn’t posted much lately either. I predict Jessi will have two, but she’ll post three just to prove me wrong anyway. Nat, will pop in and maybe have one quick post. Heather will have her obligatory one per day. If I didn’t mention your blog, don’t worry, I have 67 feeds I go through daily.
I did call Three-Olive today and it’s funny, we talked for a couple hours and it was easy-like I’ve known her my whole life. Plus, she’s got that sweet Southern accent, so soft spoken even when she curses. Of course my several hour phone conversation prevented me from packing, laundry, cleaning, etc and I have been running around for three hours now like a chicken (Coq for you Jewels) with it’s head cut off.
My mom gave me some clothes as an early birthday present tonight too. She knows I needed them for Bermuda and gave em to me a few weeks early so I could use em for this trip. I am so grateful too, although it added another load of laundry. She bought me some beautiful stuff, Talbots and Liz Claiborne, and I’m afraid I’ll ruin them. I am so geeky, I swear. I wear the same stuff over and over again, wash and wear cause if I ruin it, it doesn’t matter. I then hoard the “good clothes” and rarely wear them, so stupid really. I have to stop doing that. She bought me a fabulous long sleeved cotton peasant top, in a deep burgundy, that is to die for, I adore it. Anyway, I’m packed, Elena is packed, Mike has his stuff and then all the bath supplies. I over pack all that stuff, shampoo, medicines, Tylenol, nail clippers, etc. just in case. Aunt Flo will need her provisions too, which stinks (not the provisions, the space that they take).
Congrats to Regina for her essay in the new book “Cheaper Than Therapy”—she rocks and she knows it, very cool!
Hugs to Ro, thinking of you and your appointment.
To all the Secret Sistahs-I will miss you (even though I think it’s shitty how you have all ganged up on me and decided to torture me, I will forgive, but not forget!)
Until next week, may your yarn never tangle and your count never be off!