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February 25, 2005
Lamenting Loody's Lack of Loquaciousness
That's what my friend Erin told me she's been doing after checking my blog regularly in hopes of a new entry. There is nothing better to light a fire under me than fancy words (as some of you know - I loves me the big vocabulary words) and she had to have known I wouldn't be able to resist, at the very least, repeating her nugget of alliterative brilliance.
And for me, writing on my blog is like going to the gym. When you aren't doing it, it's really easy to keep not doing it. But then once you get there you realize "hey, this feels pretty good, I should do this all the time." So thanks, EPF, for motivating me to get back in here.
Now can you come get me to the gym?
Posted by Loody at 12:01 PM | Comments (4)
February 09, 2005
It should be a national holiday!
Tonight, at the mall, over ice cream, Miss B and I were talking about how excited we are that our lovely lovely friend Ginny is coming to visit in just one week (ONE WEEK!!!!). In the midst of talking about logistics I said, with a mouth full of Haagen Dazs, "Do you have President's Day off"?
"Presents Day?" she said, "when did they invent Presents day??"
Posted by Loody at 08:09 PM | Comments (2)
February 07, 2005
Just in case....
there is anyone out there wondering (after reading the last entry) why, exactly, my mother had an urgent need for 18 year old scotch in the middle of the day...
She has a bad cold. And in our house, when you have a cold you have a hot toddy.
And she can't, of course, make a hot toddy with just ANY scotch.
I mean really!
Posted by Loody at 06:50 PM | Comments (3)
If I'm going to be a chauffeur, I'd like a nicer car!
Even though I was supposed to be at work today, I spent 2/3 of the day in my car. Driving to....
The airport, where the parking and the gate were at the very opposite ends. The principal's office for a tardy slip for the child, picked up at the opposite end of the airport, to get into school. The grocery store for a turkey lunchables and bbq potato chips, to be delivered on a second trip to the school of the child, picked up at the opposite end of the airport...who didn't have any lunch.
Then...the liquor store in search of 18 year old french scotch, not really believing that there is such a thing as french scotch. My parent's house, to deliver to my mother, who is certain that there is such a thing as french scotch, the news that if french scotch does exist, they don't carry it around here. The deli, to obtain sandwiches for my mother, who claims that there is such a thing as french scotch, even though it is not sold in stores, and my father, who has decided that a one month recovery from pneumonia means one month lying in exactly the same spot on the couch...because they, too, didn't have any lunch.
And the best part of all? I never got any lunch.
I did, however, get to get in someone else's car and drive to Starbucks for a Chai and a snikerdoodle.
Which kind of made it all ok.
Posted by Loody at 03:58 PM | Comments (4)