So Much To Say But No Time

So here are some photos.

The first flowers I've planted EVAR. Pretty!

Mary Ann being cute. Again.

The Vodka/Chocolate Diet

I don't know what made me think of this the other morning upon awakening but it made me smile on a day that I didn't have much to smile about . . .

When my ex-husband and I were splitting up (but still living together) everything pretty much sucked. Most nights after work, I would go out drinking with my cohorts because a) everything sucked and b) I didn't want to go home and stare at my soon-to-be-ex husband.

(Me and cohorts Pamela and Didi celebrating Didi's 30th birthday in 1996.)

During this time, I was constantly nauseous and couldn't really eat. Sure, I felt like shit, but I was really skinny! (And, really, isn't that what matters most? No?)

What follows is a summation of a conversation on this subject:

Me: I feel like I could hurl on command. My stomach is in knots and I just can't eat anything. Except vodka and chocolate.

Didi: The vodka/chocolate diet. Well, it's working. All the chocolate you can eat and all the vodka you can drink. I bet if I sent that into Cosmo they'd publish it.

Mary Ann Loves Allen

How cute is this? Cute!

This is Mary Ann in her favorite spot. She is so funny with Allen. When he comes in the door she meows as if to say, "Hi Papa! So nice to see you! Where have you been? Pick me up now! I love you!" If he doesn't pick her up directly, she jumps onto the surface closest to him and meows again. If that doesn't get his attention she jumps on the table and follows him from end to end. When he stops, she stands on her hind legs and puts her front paws on his chest until he picks her up. Then she snorgles his neck, bunts his chin and sometimes nibbles on his earlobe.



In the madness that has been our life for the past couple of weeks--what with hospitals, jails, nursing homes, letters, phone calls, arguments, meltdowns, exhaustion and more hospitals--this is something that puts a smile on my face.