OH-EM-GEE (as the RTR would say) OMG!
It’s FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes! And I have so much to feel giddy about I fear it will bowl me over. Or something like that.
The sun is up, the air is bracing (well, I think it is, but I’m not sure because I only cracked the door enough to let Her Fatissima out for her morning constitutional). But you know, cold. Like 48 degrees F. Bwhahahaha! Er…I mean Brrrrrrrrr….!
My first cuppa coffee was swell so I think I’ll have another.
As of this writing, Dubyah will only be in office for 347 days, 1 hour, 38 minutes and 56 seconds according to the countdown clock on my monitor.
American Idol will FINALLY be starting the good shows next week — and I can’t wait — instead of all the up close and personal stuff we forget after all the tweeners start calling and choosing their next heart throb with big hair and the shadow of a mustache not quite ready to be shaved.
Marcos, my colorist did not fire me as feared. I just got the usual lecture about needing for my hair to be lighter so my roots won’t show when they, well…show. Duh.
I’m almost ready for the soiree I’m hosting tomorrow night featuring lip smackin’ Greek-Turkish-Moroccan cuisine prepared by myself and my VBF to celebrate the birthdays of two very dear friends (VGF and She Who Has No Blog Acronym) Oh. And their husbands. 😉
I can actually see the carpet in the RTR’s room, but that’s only because everything has been moved. Let’s just call it clean for now, mkay? Yah think it’s too late for the Super Nanny? She could time his six foot frame out on one of those little rugs for being such a slob?
Nope. He was a Montessori kid. They use little rugs to work on and define their personal space. Now that I think of it, maybe that’s his dilemma. He had to work on a little rug for so many years, now that he can spread himself out, he certainly does. Okay. So understanding that makes me feel a whole lot more accommodating. All righty then.
Let’s see, what else?
…THE CARPET CLEANERS ARE COMING THIS MORNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, Virginia, there IS a santa claus. Well actually, I’m charging it. Gotta collect those travel points.
Where was I? Oh, the carpet…how long have I been complaining about this stoopid carpet? And just for good measure, The Yackstar made sure she left one more pile for me this morning just to let me know it’s not going to make one bit of difference if I get this dust trap cleaned. It will only LOOK clean.
For about three seconds until she yacks on it again.
But it’s no matter, because I’m thinking this is going to be a spectacular day.
After all, “When you have developed bodhicitta in your heart, all the good things in life are magnetically attracted to you and effortlessly pour down upon you like rain,” according to Lama Thubten Yeshe.
And I completely believe that.
But I am seriously going to have to work on some of my snarking.
Have an absolutely wonderful weekend.