Random comments before I forget.
1. Discerning from the preview for next week’s SATC that Mr. Big was returning elicited a big fat kiss for Dave from me. What was that about? Please feel free to answer this question for me as it left both of us rather perplexed.
2. While sort of watching the end of the Golden Globes last night (cheers to Sofia and Charlize) there was a loud rapping on our front door. Dave goes to answer. Then asks me if I want to see the naked boys. I get up from the couch, go to the front door and find a gaggle of naked boys telling me they have come for the orgy. A flash from a camera goes off somewhere in the background while I’m quickly wondering to myself who from the blog has sent me all these naked teenage boys! I wish I had been able to think more quickly on my feet and more clearly, but instead I muttered something about them having the wrong house. What I wish I had done was stripped and said, “It’s about time you got here!” Dave and I are guessing it was some fraternity dare as there were lots of giggles and they took a picture to document that they had actually done it. Odd.
3. I have just been contacted by a writer for La Presse in Montreal asking me about my obsession with shoes. And also asking me if I would ever consider cosmetic surgery on my feet. Am wondering if she thinks I need cosmetic surgery given the pictures of my feet found in this blog? I wrote her and told her I had very small cute feet thankyouverymuch and that I had no intentions of ever having cosmetic surgery on my feet (or anywhere else) and that quite honestly the reason I’m obsessed with shoes because they always fit. You can gain ten pounds and not fit in your favorite cocktail dress, but you can still wear your favorite sexy high heels. And what in life is better than being naked in your favorite high heels?
Turns out she’s going to include me in her article in next Sunday’s issue of the newspaper. Isn’t that cool?
4. I have not abandoned my promise to write about my observations from the cruise. I have many. They’re all still percolating about in my head. But life, real life, is getting in the way. Busy weekend just finished. Go see this movie if you haven’t. It is a lovely story with lovely moments and worth the price of admission.
5. I am FAT. There’s no other way to describe it. I weigh 30 pounds more than the day Dave met me five years ago. 20 pounds more than I weighed on my wedding day. While the beautiful shoes I wore on my wedding day obviously still fit, I’m not so sure that dress would zip up. And I like wearing that beautiful dress. As well as all the other beautiful things hanging in my closet. I refuse to go purchase BIGGER clothes. I already have too many clothes. I want the ones that I have to fit. I am not on a diet since I absolutely LOATHE that word. But I am recommitted to actually doing something about all these extra pounds that I’m lugging around. They’ve got to go. And so do I. Because I’m late for my appointment with my trainer at the gym. See, I told you I was serious.
6. Naked picture since I forgot on Friday. It was taken on the cruise ship. Check out my strange tan lines. There’s a story to go with it. Will write that before I die. Promise.
