Okay.. so here it is Friday evening, my husband is supposed to be home now so we can go check out his friend's new restaurant, and where is he? I have no idea.

This sucks.

I am hungry! And this restaurant serves Mexican food. In fact, it's called 'Mexi Taco'. Yeah, the guy's from Mexico, got his citizenship recently and has opened up a restaurant. I'm looking forward to it. But first, Chris has to come home. All I've had to eat so far has been toast and water.

Oh - and I buttered my toast.

Tomorrow I get to go to my step-sister's wedding. Yippee. She's pushing 40 and this is her first marriage, her fiancé's eighth. You read that right. He's been married seven times before (and evvvvv-ryone was a Ma-a-ry. He wouldn't have a Julie or a Pam. Yes, evvvvv-ry one as a Ma-a-ry. That's why I'm Ma-a-ry the Eighth. Second verse, same as the first!)

{With extreme apologies to whatever Mersey-beat British Invasion group I stole that song from - Herman's Hermits, maybe?}

Of course, he'll be the first to tell you he married two of those women twice each (but not at the same time). Oh - and he's a grandfather. Now, this guy's a super-nice guy, don't get me wrong. I'm just a little nervous about going to this thing. Free food is great, but I had to buy a new dress and I got my hair cut. It's short. Almost too short. And it curls a lot and it's supposed to lie flat! But then, Florida is known for curl-inducing humidity. (insert long sigh here)

And the dress? Umm... I'm not sure. It's purple. Well, it's violet. Lavender, even, but no blue in it. More pink. Sort of rose. And it's long, lots of lace, swirly skirt, long lace sleeves, high neck... quite Victorian in style and it makes me look a little wide from front to back. But it's new and it only cost me $20.

So I'm on a budget! Big deal.

As I type this, Chris has come home. Since I am starving (did I mention I was hungry?) we are going to leave just as soon as I can pry him away from the mail. Chris has this belief that if he does not open the mail immediately upon coming home, it will disappear or become invalid (kind of like the ballots in Palm Beach County).

But that's all I have to say about that!
posted by SPowers at 7:29 PM | Remember It!