Regular readers know I adore alliteration. I seem to be having a minor run of “P” these days. Make what adolescent jokes you wish. I have a mere 11 minutes to complete this post before my handsome husband Steven is due home (just throwing in a gratuitous compliment to the man there). He will quickly change his clothes and we will arrive, as he puts it, “fashionably late” to our friends’ anniversary party. Being so happily married ourselves, we are delighted to celebrate with other contented couples (see, there I go again with the alliteration).
Today’s would be a Slacker Saturday post at best in any case. Never mind why; nobody wants to hear me go on about my various ills. I encourage myself to stop being such a big fat baby, but old habits die hard (as the nuns found out when they tried to change the color of their apparel) (I’ve been spending a lot of time on a pun page on Facebook).
I did not run this morning. I managed to write a few post cards, although I might make out a couple more tomorrow. I even wrote an almost letter. At least, it was a note card in an envelope, so more space to fill. I was sending a card with the Ilion Little Theatre schedule to a couple of club members emeritus (at least, that is how I think of them), and that was the best envelope to fit it.
There was enough time to run two errands before my rehearsal for The Tempest at eleven, but the window of my vehicle decided to get stuck halfway down (or halfway up for you optimists). Yikes! I drove to the dealership, where the guy who sold it to us got the window up and started to make me an appointment to get it really fixed. Alas, I did not remember Steven’s work schedule next week (we must do these things on his day off), so I had to drive home and call the guy back.
Still, I made it to rehearsal even a little early. I treated myself to a giant chocolate chip cookie from Ole Sal’s Creamery at Canal Place, Little Falls (just to throw in a plug for a local business). After rehearsal I managed to finish one errand and bagged the other one.
Never mind what I did with the rest of the afternoon; remember my dictum of being less of a big fat baby. I see it is 5:30. Steven will be hope any minute! I must find the fancy purse I wanted to carry to tonight’s soiree. Happy Saturday, everyone!
P.S. He got home while I was proofreading.