Went to the gym and worked out, then walked errands. I got a Save the Date for my cousin’s wedding (first cousin once removed). It’s in Vegas. I do not want to go because 1) I’ve been to Vegas twice, and that’s plenty. 2) It’s in summer. I know everywhere is air conditioned, but…ugh. 3) It’s going to be pricey, and I’m still trying to save for Italy. If I don’t go, though, his mom will be hurt and angry, and I don’t have a good excuse.
Mooooom, so glad Roxie’s better, poor mite, but glad Tobias didn’t catch it, or you and FCD.
Boo, hope your grandson is on the mend, and REALLY hope with your health issues, you don’t get it from him. I got a chuckle out of you reading a book to him 47 times. I bet you can recite the book by heart now. I can still recite My First Counting Book (“How many nuts did you find, little squirrel, sitting in a row? Chitter chatter, what’s the matter? Don’t you know?”), and Never Tease a Weasel (“You can buy three frogs some sailing togs, and a yachting cap or two.”), and it’s been 25 years since I’ve read either. Crud like this takes up brain space, which is why I can’t remember stuff like Seanette’s cat is named Allie.
Seanette, as long as I already feel like an idiot, I may as well confess: I’ve never had a Shamrock Shake. I always thought they were vanilla shakes dyed green. Are they mint flavored?
Cincinnati chili…I’ve never had it. Mom sometimes made chili stretch for another meal by mixing it with macaroni (“chili mac”). I liked it, though I had to pick out the beans. I know it was an abomination onto the Lord chili aficionados, but maybe no worse than taco or Hawaiian pizza is an affront to Italian pizza lovers. Of course, that’s a low bar…