Working through lunch... again! I'm listening to the beautiful sound of popcorn popping in the microwave (lunch) and have tuned my office television into whatever soap opera is on channel 10 (it's my one and only channel). I guess the theory of working through lunch is actually working, but heck; I desperately need to catch up with my sponging. I feel so incomplete. So I will once again attempt to catch up from last time. . .

My Wednesday night drink with C.Leigh proved just as fulfilling as all our other get-togethers. After meeting her cat, Milly Grace, we set off for Yai-Yai's and scored a great window seat. Her and I seem to be on the same wavelength, even though we have come from two totally different worlds; me; the small-town, farm girl and her, the big-city daughter of prestige and influence. Needless, I enjoy her company and what she stands for. **Thursday I attended my little brother's last high-school football game... ever!! It was so sad! Not only because I will never again watch a sibling play a high-school sport, but also, they lost. I remember my very last high school basketball game. We made it to state and lost first round. For some reason, I was secretly happy we were done. ***Friday... Let's just say I partied in my new sparkly jeans and call it good. ***Saturday, my body required two things, sleep and food. I attended to myself very well, thank you. I did rise long enough to roadtrip to Syracuse to visit my brother at his new house. I didn't stay long, but was energized enough to, upon returning home, paint my kitchen. Oh, it's lovely! Sunday, after a small spat with my boyfriend, about what, you really don't want to know, we again took a trip to Syracuse where my mother, brother and (soon-to-be) sister-in-law, were happily cleaing and painting the "new house". Lathen and I assisted only during lunch break, but, believe me, if it weren't for us, there would be way too much homemade soup and cookies left and wasted. It felt good to do my part. But perhaps the highlight of the day was our trip to the grocery store. Once we got to the alcohol aisle, we decided we needed to re-stock and proceeded to buy our fair share of wine (5 bottles), vodka, tequila and scotch. You know, the staples. As you can probably guess, once home, Lathen fixed for me a vodka tonic and for himself a margarita. That and a good cuddle in our big chair brought us happily together again, our morning spat forgotten. And later, you guessed it! So I guess I had the makings of a perfect weekend - food, family, alcohol, sparkly jeans and sex. What more!?