The truth is I have nothing momentous to blog about, so here are some smalltown mom tidbits. I thought about doing a regular post called Tuesday Tidbits, but you know me...I wouldn't get around to it on Tuesdays. (I've also seen Wordless Wednesdays and Saturday Skinfest.) I almost titled this blog Procrastination, and in fact that was the name of my first post.
The HH and I had a lovely anniversary dinner at a new restaurant. I ordered a bacon-wrapped filet because I am a total carnivore. I can't help it. I cannot cook steak decently at home so I order it every chance I get out. I am grateful.
(Memo to self: Self, please remember to put sunscreen on before lunch duty. Yikes. Must. Remember. Sunscreen. And thank the Hair Goddess for the newly blonde hair.)
Frank was stressed over a paper and asked me for advice, which he didn't like and I didn't want to give, so I went into another room and ignored him until we left for dinner. When we came back, he had solved his issues and written half the paper. I am grateful.
Ernest is learning something from Star Wars for piano. A nice addition to the repertoire. The assignment was something from a movie or TV show. Someone else had already signed up for Pink Panther. His teacher told him to pick something else, because he would [searching for the right word, embarass, surpass?] the other child. So he is challenged to learn something new. I am grateful.
The cat is not sleeping on my feet. I am grateful.
Estroven PM has totally stopped my perimenopausal night sweats. I am very grateful.
My husband and I still love each other. I am eternally and ever so grateful that I can't even express it.
So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehen, good night,
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight.