It only took three or four years of spinster voodoo, but my beloved Jeffrey Dean Morgan is going to be in Hoosierville this weekend to drive the pace car for the Indy 500.
(Do you suppose I should get out my bonnet and hanky and head down to the race so that I can bat my eyelashes at him and holler "YOOOOHOOOO, Darling Dear! Come give us a kiss!" over the roar of the engines?)
(As our Queen Leader Stitcherista would say "That's a whole lotta NOPE on that one!")
Wow. What a day I had yesterday! I met with the pulminologist in the morning and scheduled the sleep study for the end of June. Thank you for all of your encouragement about a possible cpap. I will stop my whining about it now, especially since I'm not even sure I need one yet. Besides...if they tell me that it is necessary and that it will help me get a new kidney and feel better, I'll wear the damn thing 24/7 and just bedazzle the heck out of it.
From there I headed down to the Hinterlands to pick up Bosco for the weekend. It is amazing to me how we can be apart and yet resume our cuddles right where we left off:
Then, after we got home, I got the call that my new glasses were ready to be picked up! So I hightailed it over to the WalMarts and did the Happy Dance right there in front of God and everybody in the vision center because they are just so darn swell I can't stand it!
They weigh practically nothing at all, too, and were right in my budget range which is c.h.e.a.p. No more fancypants eyeglass boutique for this girl on a budget!
So I sat in the Happy Chair and did another row of Poppers:
And then it was time for Bosco and I to brush our teeth and wash our faces and go to bed, so we did just that. We had a good sleep, even though he insisted on tooting and snoring his way right through the night.
Today will be a visit with the kidney doc and the box delivery from the moving company, and then tomorrow I'm packing the studio. Sunday will be the packing of the "office" armoire, and then I'm going to take a rest on Monday and put something on the grill for a little Memorial Day cookout.
And then next week it's off to the races!
Which brings us full cirlce, I suppose. I haven't watched the Indy 500 since I was a little girl in Lima, but methinks I might just make a special exception this year.
I just hope I can find my bonnet and hanky.