"Except for Monday, which was never good anyways,
Tuesday, I get a little sideways,
Wednesday, I feel better, just for spite,
Thursday and Friday take too long,
Before I know it, Saturday's gone,
But it's Sunday now
And you can bet that I'm alright."
Okay, so it sounded like Dolly Parton to me! It's Lorrie Morgan.
On the drive home tonight from child watchin' for Sally (East End Sally, not North Hills Sally) I was thinking how Day Two is code that almost all women understand. (Thank you, Badger!!) As I got up from the sofa where I'd been watching shows on CBS (my house don't get CBS), she said, sofa feel good? And I said, "It's Day Two. I took a bath before I left Virginia, and I took another one before I came over here to watch your kids." Even my mother (who never got a cramp in her life!) understood when I said, "It's Day Two." But I got me the heating pad and since I can't take Ibuprofin or its cousins, and I am home for the night, I have me a Corona, and no one's the wiser.
So I took a lot of pictures this weekend...on the Greyhound. No, we didn't even see the eclipse, it was too cloudy. No, no pictures of the bunny, or my sister, or my mom's new birdfeeders. Me, playing with the digi camera, on the bus. Yes, this is what I look like, bored on the bus. Pictures are from Thursday's trip down and today (Monday's) trip back up.
Along with the Corona (Light) and bite me! It's a half decent import, and cheap!I'm eating the entire box of Samoas. A girl has got to have her chocolate on Day Two.









3 comments:
Love the tights! And your nails are so pretty.
I've never read a sister chick book. I judged one by the cover once and thought I wouldn't like it. They had on sombreros or some kind of hat, anyway.
I've also never taken a greyhound bus ride. Must have been quite an adventure on day two.
ugh...it is almost 5 am and I have been up since 4:30 with wicked cramps. Time for some more calcium!!
The Sister chick books are great if you like light chick lit--I can't stand most Christian novels but these are playful and a good escape. I esp. like the one in New Zealand.
Ugh. Gotta go!
dig the tights.
I just watched Vanity Fair a few weeks ago (while recovering my dining room chairs) and enjoyed it, then tried to watch w/ HubbyPoo & the girl and we all fell asleep. It was good, but long!
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