That's what I have to say about that!

So many things to discuss.

And so much time to do it!

Oh, I could clean my house for the plethora of visitors who will adorn our couches this week. But I'm not going to.

I could plot out our dinner menus for the week so we don't end up with $5 Little Caesar's pizzas and hot dogs on our plates. But I'm not going to do that either.

Right now I have a few things to share with you.

So here goes.

I got a haircut this week. One with style and everything. There are layers. And bangs. And no split ends....or at least fewer split ends. And I LOVE it! A little part of me wanted to strut down the street tossing my head from side to side, allowing the wind to take my strands on a walk about my head, as if in a dance of joy. And I'm not sure why, but while picturing this scene I hear "Who wears short skirts?" playing in the background. Yeah, I don't know why. It's just what I hear. And I don't wear short skirts, but that's a catchy little tune!

I also had one too many doctor's appointments this week and I have a few letters to write. They look something like this.

Dear Facilities Staff at North Clinic,
This delicate paper gown I've been assigned is not exactly wind and cold resistant. A slight hike to the frigid air temperature in the exam rooms would be appreciated. I'm not asking for a tropical environment. Anything warmer than frozen tundra would be great. I'm just saying, I shaved this morning and this isn't really helping the situation. You know what I mean?

And also...

Dear Lady Doctor,
When you "suggest" I disrobe and don aforementioned paper "gown", maybe explain that you don't actually intend for me to put it on. Instead, maybe, just maybe, explain that I'm only supposed to drape it over me, knowing full well that what you've given me wouldn't cover the hind end of my 8 lb. cat. Because you see, when I mistakenly try to wrap 6 square inches of paper fabric around my curvaceous frame, I end up awkwardly curled up on the exam table, legs, arms and head tucked in the "duck and roll" position, trying desperately to keep everything covered, which is, in fact, impossible to do since I've ripped said 6-inch square paper straight down the middle while wrestling it into submission. So when you come in smiling and end up laughing once you see my predicament, know that I embrace what dignity I have left and blame you.

The end.

Oh, and I baked again.

And I'm baking tonight.

And I'm baking on Thursday.

Plus, there's a skirt in the works, a bread machine that is calling out for a loaf of cinnamon raisin bread, and a house full of bare walls that are screaming for picture collages and art from Home Goods!

All good things. All in good time.

Ta ta for now!