Eat, Shop and Stay in Denial

Hi, Barb.

Word for the day: attachive. M said it at dinner tonight. He broke up with his old girlfriend because she was too attachive. I don't even need to tell you what it means, do I, because it's a totally valid made-up word. He cracks me up.

We went out for Mexican tonight, to celebrate M passing his driver's test today. The fact that his grades aren't good enough to actually drive is beside the point. He's thrilled anyway. We had a good day, taking care of that, then hanging out at the house before dinner. I got a ton of on-line shopping done today, which made a big dent in my list. Yahoo! I'm way ahead of myself this year; normally I haven't even started by now. As much as I'm technologically challenged, I love shopping on line. It's the easiest thing on earth!

I am feeling much, much better today and, in fact, think I may have been having a massive allergy attack in conjunction with the cold yesterday. My throat is still sore and I still have the dry cough, but not nearly as bad. Still, I'm going to hit the sack now and try to keep it at bay. Tomorrow, hair cut and color (thank God) and maybe a little trip to Nordies to see if I can find a pretty blouse to wear with my black pants on Thursday night. Something festive, yet subtle, maybe? The pictures that CC took of our family are awesome, except for the ones I'm in -I'm not kidding, they are the worst pictures ever taken of me. Ever. And that has nothing to do with her talent, because everyone else looks amazing. I, on the other hand, appear to have sprouted a few extra chins I didn't know about, my hair color is horrendous (I recently had some bug up my butt to go dark, dark brown - NOT!) and, probably because of the dark hair, I have Goth-white skin. Seriously, I look like Stevie Nicks, all puffed up from drinking too much in the late 80's, only I'm not even that pretty.

This should be my aha! moment, where I join Weight Watchers again and start going to the gym fanatically, but, well, there I was at Mexican food tonight. Two enchiladas verde and a gazillion chips, with a Diet Coke, of course. At least I'm getting my hair put back to normal tomorrow. Maybe I'll go get a spray tan too; I'm desperate to look even a hint better than I think I do.

Speaking of looking like a drunk rock star, I'm detoxing from my visit with my folks, which is standard procedure. I'm pretty sure the only thing I drank in five days that wasn't alcohol was coffee. I decided to quit for the week, particularly since I have this dinner thing, (for which, in all seriousness, I am going to stay stone cold sober). It will give me good leverage against my evil alter ego who will want to kick back a bottle of shiraz before I even get there. We have our dessert cooking class on Saturday, at which wine will be served. I am going to try to say no. That's the best I can tell myself at this point.

Nothing else going on here...still raining cats and dogs and getting colder every day. The neighborhood looks gorgeous though, almost every house lit up, and me with the best view on the block! I wish I could take a picture for you - they never come out right. Maybe I'll get CC to take one for the record books if she can.

I'm going to tuck JJ into bed and then do the same for myself. Hope you enjoyed your nothing-doing evening and that your mom's surgery goes perfectly, which I'm sure it will.
Love,
A