I am in my vehicle in Mankato waiting for flautist to be done with lesson. Last night junior daughter had band signup. Despite my strong encouragement that she might like clarinet or the alto sax, or anything other than flute; she stuck to her guns.
Another flautist, I can see the arguments now between Junior and Senior sister as Senior can’t stop offering advice and Junior can’t accept it. Fun, NOT.
Yesterday, I finally manned-up and went to the dentist. Buzzed on a whole Xanax, I was able to actually get through the consult without tears, hysteria or just getting up and walking out. The outcome was dire as I was in no doubt it would be, but actually not as dire as I had thought. But it does mean that I will be giving thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours to the dental industry over the next few months.
Not much productively speaking, took place this week. I ate a lot of Cadbury’s chocolate, I had a couple of new encounters with people from the Past, and I watched Australian treasure Magda Szubanski webisodes on JennyCraig.com.au.
Go Magda, is all I can say. I also realized Magda and I have a few things in common, an April 12th birthday and Scottish mothers. I interpret this to mean that alter-ego Sharon should bring a new friend Chezza into any new seasons of Kath and Kim. Also, Gina, Jane, Magda, can you get on to more K&K — toot sweet — I have now watched all episodes at least five times. Ploise, this expat NEEDS K&K.
Belle had a blood test this week and the blood was drawn by a young WITCH who clearly thought that a child asking about air bubbles and why the blood is being mixed in the vials was insulting and thus child should be spoken to scathingly for asking aforementioned questions.
After brooding on the way the witch spoke to my child (as I am wont to do), I returned to the clinic and COMPLAINED to the witch’s supervisor. Take that, bee-yotch.
I am fascinated by the Real Housewives of NYC like one is drawn to the proverbial train wreck. Now, Kelly Bensimon. Is it possible for a 41 yo to actually believe she’s still in Junior High. Apparently YES. I watched the previews of next week and was similarly aghast at the [now] CountLESS du Lesseps giving confidence-building tips to the young girls: Oh yars, and you’ll find that losing all that weight is easy when you feel better about yourself. I mean, WTF?
Yesterday with the winter storm impending, I spent the last half hour of daylight down at the lake with the dogs. It was cold, beginning to rain and getting dark-ish so no-one else was there meaning I could let the dogs off leash. And they both went ape-shit crazy running up and down the beach, launching into the water after geese and bounding through the woods. It was 30 minutes of hilarity that did me the world of good, giving me the strength to stop at Wal-Mart on the way home and stock up on Cadbury’s for the duration.
I got up this morning at seven to feed the dogs, clamoring as they were for vittels and pee time, and there was a layer of snow on the ground, so I stuck them in the garage with their food and went back to bed. Belle got up, let them out and then fed them again. Husband got up … and fed the dogs.
Paris is now lying at home snoozing and thinking: Fuck, what a great day it’s been (apart from the garage). WHAT A GREAT DAY!