Darling Husband

I’m nearly ready to leave for Natasha’s when my friend from the Big O calls. Turns out she has to be out of town all day today for her nephew’s college graduation, so we moved the trip back to next weekend, but I have a feeling it will get moved back again as next weekend is the Christmas weekend. We’ll see. Hubby brings in the mail and there’s one for me from the mammogram place. Shit. I have to do them ALL OVER AGAIN!

This does not mean that an abnormality is definitely present, but rather, the views of the breast obtained as part of the screening exam do not allow us to call your mammogram completely normal.

So besides it being the first night of cHanukah and that I wasn’t feelling in top form anyway I had another perfectly good reason to go out and DRINK. Natasha’s was wonderful. We had a really good time. The skits were fun and funny (our friend did a marvelous job) and the food was very good. I walked about the boutique while waiting on our spinach artichoke dip and pita bites to arrive. And I bought a magic scarf in a beautiful cranberry red! I’d been wanting one and Natasha’s had their’s marked down to $9.00. Woot! I saw a lot of other tempting things, but nothing I couldn’t live without. Hubby was already really enjoying the dip when I came back to our table. Our salads arrived at just the right interval after digesting the appetizer, but the accompanying bread wasn’t placed on the table until after I’d saved a bit of my salad to enjoy it with, still it was worth the wait. Hubby liked the way I’d tear the bread to scoop up bits of the salad with and then press the pieces together into little saladwiches. Yummy. We decided to split a buffalo burger for the main course. I’d never had one, but Hubby assured me they were delicious. My share was good, but I now know to order mine well done as Natasha’s serves them up medium unless you specify. I like my meats very well done for taste and safety. Okay, I know you’re thinking about how I eat sushi, but I tend to choose smoked salmon sushi…which is not really raw fish, ‘k? So I only ate half of my half and Hubby was glad to finish up the last quarter of the burger. I was finally able to drag Hubby over to the boutique between waiting for our coffees, desserts and the third skit. He drooled over a chess set and smiled over the basketball chinese exercise balls I showed him. And then wonder of wonders I found a MOOD RING display. OMG! I’d not seen mood rings since I was an 11 year old in the 70′s. These little rings were just precious, not the clunky things of the olden days. So, yeah, I got one. They were all kinda green in the display, but every one I would try on would turn blue immediately. Blues are supposed to mean one is totally relaxed and calm…not that one may have had THREE BLACK RUSSIANs and still kinda wanted ANOTHER ONE! And today? Today I saw a "diet" book on the internet titled French Women Don’t Get Fat and I’m looking it over and thinking, "Uhm, you really don’t see many fat french women—unless they are old ladies and then even not so much." And I’m thinking maybe I should try this author’s idea of a diet book. And then I realize (Come on, you knew I was going, too!) If French women don’t get fat—how can they possibly know how to get thin? So, nope: Not gonna buy that diet book. And remember when I first revamped my blog it had a lovely green background? Green was every where. There was just too much green. So then I changed it to a washed out photo background I can change upon a whim? Well, I miss having green. So I’ve done a bit of code editing and voila, now there is green! But…I can’t seem to get my browser to recognize my favicon. Any help? Anyone? Last night my Darling Son called me at 1:30 AM to ask me where his friends should take their mini schnauzer puppies for a budget priced spay…IN TEXAS! Like I’m supposed to know that. So I tell them to check with the animal shelter, a no-kill shelter, and the humane society…IN TEXAS!

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