It’s Easter, and I’m getting ready to spend the afternoon with Judy and her Fabulous Family. There will be chocolate. And Yahtzee, I hope. I’ve missed a few chances to sit down and post – I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get to all the things I was planning to write. But here I am, now, for a minute or two.
All of a sudden I’m busy again. Work is more like it ought to be – busier, more demanding, needing my closer attention. All that is fine with me, because the slow pace of the off season begins to wear on my nerves after a while. Later, when summer really gets here, I’ll go back to whining about my busy work life. For now, I’m happy to be so occupied.
By the way – if you are watching that wretched Real Housewives of New York City on Bravo, you will see why I might complain about Summer People. Those women, their offspring, and their entourages? They are the bane of my existence. I watched a little bit of one episode and had to turn it off. I swear I’ve seen the guy with the pink cowboy hat in my store (without the hat, thank goodness).
Not Plain Jane 