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After rain and clouds and damp, the sun came out just in time to light up the living room and lure Petey the Black Kitten to the window sill. From his perch, he can check out the tadpoles and wonder, "Do they taste like chicken or tuna?"

E and the kiddos are out the door to go bowling with the church youth group. I am not a bowler. Plus driving to Waterloo on the Friday night of a holiday weekend makes me sure I'm gonna die in the car before we get there. If the aggressive drivers don't kill you, the cortisol will trigger a heart attack and finish you off. Go ahead, tell me I'm a baby. Won't. Go. To. Waterloo.

I'm home with the Gin Blossoms' New Miserable Experience and roots that have a date with L'Oreal Preference tonight. I ate jalapeno pretzels for lunch and Doritos for dinner. Y'all , when I wake up tomorrow morning retaining 10 pounds of water and lookin like a slit-eyed pig, don't lecture me about the salt, cause you know it's Friday and the Nutrition Nazis have the day off.

Plus Saturday morning is all about quality time in my bathrobe and my new PJs, which are ALL THAT. The outrageous price tag was worth it just because, my gosh, I feel so CUTE in these PJs. You know, when you're 45, you don't get to use the word cute to describe yourself very often. Carpe diem! Seize the pretty pastel moment!

I have two Netflix flicks waitin on top of the fridge: An Inconvenient Truth and Reality Bites. You know, those film titles could be interchangeable; they're both sayin the same thing even if the movies have very different messages. Maybe I should go for a trifecta and see if there's a movie called "Life's a Bitch and Then You Die."

But you know, life is good, and I'm thinkin when the haircolor is done, maybe I'll get out that pink nail polish and seize another pastel moment.

Have a good weekend!

March 30, 2007