Thursday, October 16, 2008

It's Almost the Weekend

... and we're going to Bakersfield for the October birthdays.

And, you know what? I'm looking forward to it.

Basque food, my Favorite Aunt Elaine AND brand-new 8 month old cousin Brockton (wait a minute -- he's 8 months already?) and showing off Phoebe to the family who haven't met her yet.

I. Can't. Wait.

But in the meantime ... Geoff thought he was getting sick (actually he came home from work at noon, which he never does) so I fixed a pot o' chicken noodle soup for him (the real kind, not the ghetto kind) and he DEVOURED a huge bowl of it and he's lookin' better already.

I have a hair appointment tomorrow to get a trim and my hair darkened again (I may even ask her to go darker ... put some blue in it to give the illusion of black ... we'll see ... I'm feeling zesty). Hair appointments, for me, are second only to facials when it comes to pampering. And my hair is looking particularly pathetic due to it FALLING OUT (it's from post-pregnancy hormone stuff, NOT from all the hair dye, oddly enough) AND -- AND -- my decision at the last trim appointment to tell her "I HATE LAYERS -- Let's grow them out!" and so now my hair -- without layers -- looks like a giant poofball. I am an idiot.

So tomorrow I'm going to be feeling good, looking good and packing everything for our trip to the "big city".

Now if I could just lose 10 lbs before then everything would be PERFECT ....

Phoebe is in her carseat in the kitchen, Geoff is in his recliner watching a violent Irish gangster movie (no, not the Departed), and Lola is whining to be let outside.

Pretty good October night if you ask me.

I think I need to crack open a bottle of wine, you know, to kill any cold germs that Geoff *might* have given me ...

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