Would it be “Choo, Jimmy” in the Yellow Pages?

Tomorrow is Girls Day Out for Bridal Beano and her Merry Bridesmaids. We’re going to try on The Bridesmaid Dress, and The Gloves, and we’re going to ABC Trading to look at jewelry (love love love that store…where else can you get a whole handful of jewelry for under $5?), and Payless to look at shoes (any time is a good time for shoe shopping). So yeah, total girly day. Beanie’s bridesmaids are all very cool and fun (especially her maid of honor, which just so happens to be moi), so the day should be a blast. I’m really looking forward to it, because of the whole sister bonding thing, but also because I now have a legitimate excuse to buy a beautiful dress, gorgeous shoes, and lovely jewelry. “But M, I had to!” Yay!

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I have arrived.

Well, it’s finally happened. It was only a matter of time, really. I mean, with getting one so close to work and all, and not having to go out of my way and then decide which was less busy or had easier egress patterns for traffic…

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Doodle doodle doodle

I keep waiting to post, hoping something exciting will happen that I can share, but alas. Life is just pretty basic and boring right now. Which I suppose is a good thing, as it would be pretty hard to be on a roller coaster 24/7/365.

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Happy Birthday Mom!

Okay, so it’s totally pointless to wish my mother “Happy Birthday!” on my blog, because she doesn’t read it, but it’d be my luck that today she’d check and if there were no birthday greetings on here my butt would be toast. So, to cover my bases, and because I do love her, I’m posting a very special birthday wish for happiness and a great year to Mom/Grammy.

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Thank goodness it wasn’t MY mailbox!

I was just getting ready to plop my butt on the sofa and watch some Season Three of SATC (a small reward for working my ass off to clean the entire house yesterday) and I realized that I haven’t posted since Thursday morning. Wow. That’s a long freakin’ time.

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Can’t we celebrate my birthWEEK?!

Ah, the post-birthday blues. This is the day reality sets in. Yep, I’m another year older, but no one’s bringing me balloons or flowers. (Yes, for the first time in years, my hubby sent me flowers! Beautiful, beautiful, gorgeous Gerber Daisies – my favorite – arrived at my desk shortly before noon yesterday…he got major brownie points!)

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If it weren’t for Mondays, we’d hate Tuesdays

Dinner out last night with Her Highness, which was actually quite nice. I had lasagne florentine, all you can eat salad (which was very, very vinegary, which normally I love, but this was obscenely vinegary), and a cannoli for dessert. A lovely glass of Pinot and some t-rav appetizers rounded out the meal. After we were all done stuffing our gullets, of course, Grandma announced that she had made a birthday cake for me and we were to come over to her house to eat it. Zozo had other plans, though, so everyone came back to our house for some playtime before the night bottle and bedtime. They all had cake, but my stomach was threatening to revolt if I crammed one more thing into it, so I saved my cake for today.

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Monday. Bummer.

The humidity is 108% and it’s Monday morning. This week I turn another year older and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I have my customer training class today, which I was so looking forward to until my Spa Nemesis seated herself at my table and proceeded to take over every single discussion. Need I say any more about my mood this morning?

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