Sunday, January 30, 2011

This weekend I

had a beautiful dinner with the historian and his children to belatedly celebrate his birthday (happy belated birthday to the historian!); took the dog for several walks; faded into a nap or so; did a crossword or two; read some of my novel; read some of my book of poems; spent plenty of time with my bff the internet; (not really my bff); went to Target twice; wore some tall shoes out on a date; saw Blue Valentine and cried a little; did some laundry for the good of all mankind; made some killer linguine; watched the SAG awards while I whittled away at work-y stuff; rescued college daughter whose car would not start; ate Mexican food; wished someone would finish putting my post-tenure review file together; taught a little online; wished my son-in-law a happy birthday; wondered at the bad air; thought perhaps that I might be coming down with another cold, which seemed vastly unfair; saw Megamind with a son, a daughter, and a grandson; had another son and another grandson over tonight for some rousing conversation and the aforementioned linguine; wrote the phrase "the aforementioned linguine" and liked it, quite a bit; and went to bed (wrote the phrase "went to bed" and wished it were so--and so it will be).

3 comments:

Nik said...

What was in this linguine? It would be unfair if you got another cold. I'm sorry for the smog. And I can picture your high heels and whistle.

radagast said...

Wishing makes it so, eh? I'ma try that.

Dr Write said...

Is it sad that I read this and thought, I need cable...? Also who wouldn't like the phrase "the aforementioned linguine?" Also, three are so, so many colds.
Also, I will go to bed. Someday.

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