Maybe Botox Isn't So Bad

Sean was examining his bare feet yesterday.

"Why do I have all these lines on my foot?"

Yet another in an endless series of questions to which I might reasonably answer "Umm... Because?"

We moved on to discussing the lines on his palms. Then he looked at my face.

"What are all those lines on YOUR face?"

Thanks, kid. As if tomorrow's birthday weren't already making me feel old and decrepit.

On the bright side, my dear husband gave me the best present on Friday: tickets to see this moderately amusing gentleman. It was, I must say, among the funniest hour and fifteen minutes I've spent in the past lifetime or so.

Now THIS Is More Like It

Briefly resurfacing to say that this view from my guestroom/office window cheers me beyond words. That, and the fact that I can wear capris again.

Consider This a Test Pattern, without the Colored Stripes

Sorry for my prolonged silence -- can I just trot out the standard "life, the universe, and everything" excuse?

Between some unbloggable family stuff and work, my time and inclinations for blogging have diminished a bit. I'm sure this too shall pass, and I'll be back soon. Thanks for continuing to check in on me!

Thin Line

Ever have one of those dreams that seemed so, so sweet at first and then quickly dissolved into a nightmare?

I had one of those last night. I dreamed that the president resigned.

Tbe euphoria in my dream lasted only a few seconds before I realized what the resignation meant.

President Cheney.

Maybe I can go back into my dream tonight and make that a double resignation.