My darling daughter and son-in-law were here on Monday. We went to dinner at Il Terrazo. This was on the recommendation of niece Noni and it was a fine restaurant and a lovely meal. Then we went for a bar crawl. No much doing in the bars on a Monday night. All the sensible people were at home sleeping. Next day was hangover day. It was not pleasant. You'd think by the time I reached 60 I'd know by now...I think next time it'll just be Zen martinis.
On my actual birthday, yesterday, I spent a very quiet day. I went for a workout, roasted a chicken for supper, bought myself a new book: George, Eric and Me by Pattie Boyd. Great trashy read! The stars were retoxing even then! Nothing new under the sun, Lindsay and Brittany.
I treated myself to a sundae at Dairy Queen. Very nice. I had a phone call from my sister. Very, very nice. And my daughter. Very, very, very nice!
Mother is getting ready for the big move on Saturday. She had me packing a few boxes today. Niece Noni is having surgery today. If I don't hear from John or Lyn by this evening I will call to get the scoop. She is scheduled to go home tomorrow. Hopefully I can get out there to see her within a few days.
How are you doing Char? I think about you every time I watch Big Brother. It'll be down to the final two tonight. Who will win? Shouts out to Jack and boys, too. Even Gary hasn't been blogging very much although he has a good excuse.
Zen martini: A martini with no vermouth at all. And no gin, either. ~P.J. O'Rourke