You’ll be glad to know I’ve recovered from the shock of spending an evening with a group of girls who only know about Prince Charles and Lady Di’s wedding because they’ve seen pictures in their mothers’ commemorative Royal Wedding issue of People magazine.
And, really, I’m okay with being on the dark side of my thirties because I have no desire to relive my twenties. Maybe someone else’s twenties, but not my twenties. Although I would pay cash money to have back the skin of my twenties. Skin that glowed and had no wrinkles despite my constant consumption of 64 oz. Cokes in the form of Big Gulps from 7-11. Now if water doesn’t account for at least 94% of my daily liquid intake, my face starts to resemble a raisin.
So I believe I mentioned we all went to eat at Mi Cocina after Bible Study. That’s where I realized I was old and also where the girls told me about a Royal Wedding App I immediately downloaded to my phone.
(I’m not even going to pretend I’m too good or intellectual to watch every moment of the Royal Wedding media frenzy. I will be front and center. I’ve set my DVR for every program that even mentions the Royal Family, including TLC’s Wild About Harry. It’s a sickness.)
After we left the restaurant, AJ drove me back to her house and I helped her put clean sheets on her bed. Actually, I helped her put A clean sheet on her bed since she doesn’t use a top sheet because it’s just more laundry. I don’t even know what to think about that. But considering she confessed to sleeping in a sleeping bag for years to avoid the whole “making up the bed” thing, I guess the no top sheet thing is progress. Truth be told, I slept like a baby even without a top sheet so maybe there’s something to be said for laundry laziness.
The alarm went off bright and early and AJ dropped me off at the airport. I would have loved to stay a little bit longer, but Caroline’s class had a field trip to The Botanical Gardens scheduled and I felt like I should be there so she could ignore me except for when she needed me to carry her lunch.
After the field trip I treated myself to a Route 44 drink and some tots from Sonic and then made a quick stop by HEB because everyone at my house enjoys eating dinner and I had nothing to offer them. And it was while I was at HEB that my phone rang and I got a call that filled me with joy.
THE GLASS FOR OUR FRONT DOOR WAS READY. THEY COULD INSTALL IT RIGHT THEN.
I rushed home and, fifteen minutes later, my living room was all LET THERE BE LIGHT because I finally had a wee little window in my front door like God and the original builders intended. I tried to take a picture to show y’all but it was the time of day when the glare was too bright and it didn’t work. And I could get up and take a picture right now but that would take a lot of effort and what part of I CHAPERONED A FIELD TRIP TODAY do you not understand?
We had chalupas/tacos/bean and cheese tacos for dinner and then, after Caroline went to bed, P and I started watching American Idol. He remarked that he could never be a singer because it seems unnatural to display all that emotion on a stage in front of people.
(And also maybe because he can’t really sing. He didn’t mention that part.)
I said, “Well, you’re different from a lot of people though. You hardly ever show emotion even in front of people you know really well.”
He responded, “That’s because I’m courteous.”
I’m still not totally sure how we ended up together considering that I can cry five times in an hour on a good day. Or a bad day depending on your perspective.
So we watched American Idol and I’ve officially become a fan of Haley. I didn’t even really like her at first but she’s grown on me. Plus, her duets with Casey are spectacular.
I’ve also got NBC’s new show, The Voice, recorded on my DVR but haven’t had the chance to watch it yet. I’ve just got too much royal viewing on my agenda right now and it’s not like that Wild About Harry special is going to watch itself.
And here is where I wish I had some clever way to tie this whole post together but I don’t. But on a serious note, prayers wouldn’t be wasted on the South after one of the worst weather days in history. Love and prayers to my Alabama peeps.