This is one of those days where I have several things to tell you and I must dash out the door because I'm meeting my friend Marianne. Well. Obviously I have met her before, otherwise how could we be friends? And how'd she get into my wedding? But I am GETTING TOGETHER with my friend Marianne, I should say. Shut up. Geez.
So before I delve into several rambling topics, do let me remind you that tomorrow is book club day! Join me to Mince Words with June at 7 p.m. Eastern Time, so that we may discuss that pleasant Serena, star of the book aptly titled Serena, by Ron Rash.
Again, just scratched myself because I said, "rash."
And if you didn't read the book yet, I read it in a span of 24 hours when I should have been working, and it's only Saturday morning, so you can get it done by 7 tomorrow night, easy. I mean, if you get obsessed with books like I do.
My whole childhood can be summed up in one sentence: "Let me just finish this chapter." Oh, how it annoyed everyone that I was always reading a book. Except for Grammy, who used to have to literally read with a flashlight under her blankets, because there were little windows above her bedroom door, so her parents could see if the light was still on. She was the only one who felt me on reading 87 hours a day and not playing at all.
Have I mentioned I'm turning into her and am really looking forward to pulling on my first pair of lilac-colored pants with an elastic waist?
Oh! And speaking of old people, Faithful Reader Sugar Mommy, who apparently is a mother to sugar, and I do not even want to hear about her courtship and honeymoon with a bag of sugar but now it's burned in my brain and there's nothing I can do, sent me a huge
Here it is.
Sugar Mommy emailed me several weeks ago and said she had some of her grandmother's things, and they weren't her style but she knew I was all over the old lady stuff, and would I like it.
I ran out my door and headed to Sugar Mommy's on foot, but she said she'd, you know, mail everything.
There were bowls and plates and oh! Such pretty things that were so me!
Anyway, thanks Sugar Mommy.
Are you picturing her giving birth to a little yellow box of sugar, or just a simple small grain of it? Or maybe a sugar cube. She is such a square. BAH.
I am full of the "BAH" today.
Also too, about a month ago I had coffee with a woman who owns this running club. Yes, that is her picture on her site and yes, I did feel like a big puffy later-in-years Elvis having coffee with her. And I didn't get a scone, because hi. LOOK at her.
Anyway, I have joined her running club and I know you are dying because I am such a stellar runner. My escargot called, wants me to hurry up.
Fortunately, when you join this club you run with people of your own pace, so apparently there are some 97-year-olds and people with one leg and people stuck in molasses and also from Pompeii who have joined this club. Do you think that was too many examples of people who might be slow? Do I ever know when to quit?
Does anyone in Greensboro want to join me? Not using slow examples, I mean running. We start January 9! Woooo! Running! Woooo!
I'll bet Sugar Mommy's husband would join me. He is full of natural energy.