Woke up before the alarm which I set for 6am because I couldn't bare to set it for 5am knowing I wasn't getting to sleep till after 11pm. I have the worst time getting to sleep. Always have. Why? Who knows. Sometime late in the evening I begin yawning so I head on back to the bedroom for the face washing and wrinkle/eye cream applications. Now I'm awake again so, I go back into the living room, pet the dogs and give them their "last call", (I do not give the dogs booze that's code for take your last pee) make the coffee and begin to feel tired again. So, I head back to bed and slip into the cool sheets, turn off the light and BING! I'm awake. I start thinking about my lunch in the city and how much I miss my friend and what if I don't get a job and what if I do get a job and, on a really difficult night, a song will pop into my head that I can't shake. If my brain spins itself all the way into song mode it's time to pop the TV on and wait it out. Hello my dear friends Andy, Barney and Gomer. Let's head over to the Diner and meet up with Hellen and Thelma Lou. Maybe Juanita will be serving tonight. The Barney love triangle. Thelma Lou and Juanita. How deliciously scandalous for its day.
I have lofty goals for this weekend. Staying on a healthy low cal eating plan and consuming one glass of wine per evening. This morning I'm going to walk the dogs then ride my bike to the salon.
Walked the dogs for twenty minutes and was late for the salon so I drove there. Met my husband there. We always have our hair done together. Our stylist loves us. We are like adult children. No, we ARE adult children. I play with her adorable little dog that she brings in just for me while my husband keeps her occupied with work and home stories that make her laugh to tears. Today I had my usual color, trim and brow waxing and one new extra feature. She colored my eyebrows. When you turn fortysomething things change. We'll revisit that topic another day. Anyway, she put color on my eyebrows. I looked like Count Chocula. It reminded me of the time that my girlfriend who I lunched with in the city yesterday came to my cool & hip city salon with me. She wanted to look extra great because we and several other girls were going out for her birthday that night. Well, the stylist slapped that color on her brows, big and thick. She looked like an inquisitive Dracula. Giant dark triangles above her eyes. For some reason (I swear to you if it CAN happen it WILL happen to this particular girlfriend) the color did not come off her skin. Draw that mental picture for yourself. She also has alabaster skin I kid you not. FUNNY!!!! I give her a lot of credit. She went out anyway. She and her "Order of the Dracul" eyebrows were good to go.... at least until sun up.
We are going to do some painting etc. around the house today, then off to the local farmer's market and on a long bike ride in the woods. We've been threatening each other with this bike ride for a month. I'm excited. I have a new bike this summer that is a dream to ride. Except I'm still in search of a good seat. Finding the perfect bicycle seat is like shopping for a new mattress. It has to be supportive and cushy. That's a tall order for a bike seat. I had the perfect bike seat once and I still kick myself for not swapping it off my old bike that I sold to a neighbor and see riding my old bike with the perfect seat. I think it's inappropriate to ask her to swap that seat out for the iron horse I have now. She paid cash.
Well, we never made the bike ride. Instead we went to my husband's man cave to jam. He plays guitar and I sing. My brother met up with us. We jammed for hours. It was great but about five hours and seven beers later, we were starved so on the way home we stopped for burgers. Ugh! Why do I do this to myself? It's only day 4 and at midnight I consumed a quarter pound of red meat covered in cheese, a pile of french fries, chocolate milk and four cookies. I swear, we did not smoke anything other than cigarettes but by the pile of empty fast food containers you'd think we made a quick trip to Columbia.
Scale of 1 - 5..... 1 Dam!!!
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